The ground still vibrated with the echo of Strax's roar. The underground city—that forgotten marvel, wall of centuries and secrets—seemed to bow under the pressure of that ancient sound. The stones wept. The structures trembled. And the air... the air flickered with the weight of two titans about to collide.
Ignisar did not move immediately. He just stood there, enveloped by the black flames of the altar, his double eyes watching Strax with a piercing intensity. But then, slowly, he began to walk—each step leaving the ground behind him burned, melted, the runic symbols lighting up under his paws. The air around him rippled like a hellish mirage.
"You are powerful, yes... But you are still young," he murmured, his voice now carrying a different resonance. "I burned civilizations before your mother took her first flight."
Ignisar spread his wings.
