[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Outskirts]
The Fire Cerberus saw the moment Dante's weight shifted, claws digging into the earth as Dante broke into a charge. The distance between them collapsed rapidly, boots hammering against the ground. Heat rolled off the hound, the air growing distorted as Dante closed in.
The Fire Cerberus did not retreat. It merely roared. The sound alone battered the plains, a concussive bellow that rattled bone and shook loose debris from distant ridges. Its jaws split wide, black fire blooming within, then it exhaled.
An enormous wave of flame erupted forward.
It was a heavy and viscous fire. Blackened and rolling across the ground in a thick surge, devouring everything in its path. Stone liquefied as the earth burned. The plains were rewritten in an instant, left as glowing slag.
Dante did not slow.
