The Ember Sage blazed like a miniature sun in the sky, his body engulfed in radiant flames that shimmered gold and crimson. The sheer intensity of the power erupting from him was something far beyond the Grand Magus realm—it was both awe-inspiring and terrifying.
While Emery couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and worry, the dark elf Talaro's expression twisted with growing concern. His voice was sharp with unease.
"This is bad… it has to stop…"
Emery quickly understands the reason for Talaro's reaction.
The blazing light, so powerful and unnatural, was acting like a beacon. From every corner of the cursed land, monstrous creatures stirred.
Roars echoed from the horizon.
Several god-level beasts could be seen breaking through the treeline, stampeding toward the source of the energy. Overhead, multiple flying serpents that had been aimlessly circling now screeched and veered in, pulled by the burning beacon in the sky.
