The frozen plains cracked wider as the three monsters hurled themselves at each other, carving wounds in the world with every impact. The very air seemed to break under the pressure. Icebergs shattered into powder. Runes flickered like dying stars. The domain became a storm of blood, death, frost, and rage that no mortal could hope to survive.
Tyrant slammed its colossal paw downward. The claws scraped through the intertwined domains like they were fabric. Reality shrieked as bloodlight and necrotic fire were ripped apart in one brutal movement. Trevor darted aside just in time, his body dissolving into crimson mist before reforming atop a floating shard of ice. Lamair, slower but impossibly durable, braced himself behind crossed axes and took the hit. The force sent him sliding backward, carving a long trench in the earth.
Trevor looked down at him with a wicked grin. "Still standing, old corpse?"
