Flareth's POV:
Kraytheon roared, unleashing a massive inferno from every inch of his monstrous body. The flames weren't just hot—they were alive, surging with an intensity far beyond what we had faced before. Aqualia's ice, once so resilient, began to melt rapidly under the onslaught. Something was different this time. The fire wasn't just fire—it radiated a dark aura, tainted and corrupted, far more menacing than before.
"KUHAHAHA! DID YOU THINK YOU COULD BEAT ME THE SAME WAY AGAIN? THIS TIME, I WILL BE THE ONE TO DESTROY YOU!" Kraytheon's voice echoed through the skies like thunder laced with madness. His power was overflowing.
"This is impossible… He broke free so quickly," Aqualia whispered in disbelief. She tried desperately to reinforce the ice seals, pouring every ounce of her magic into freezing him again. But it was too late. Kraytheon had already shattered the bindings, emerging fully cloaked in a swirling mass of red-black flames.
