The moment Strax's eyes deciphered the symbol engraved in the glowing runes, a spark of terror ran down his spine. It wasn't just a seal. It was a trap. An ancient trap, designed to react to the presence of pure draconic power.
Whether as weaponry, defense, or a last desperate gambit, that circle was alive. And it was on the verge of awakening.
"PROTECT YOURSELVES!" Strax shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice cutting through the winds and heat like thunder tearing through the sky.
In an instinctive gesture, he wrapped himself in his black wings like a cocoon, the dark membrane enveloping his body completely, protecting him like a wall of flesh and power. He narrowed his eyes, holding his breath. He knew that what would come next would not only be heat... but destruction.
And the worst came.
The seal exploded.
Not like a common spell. Not like a burst of energy.
