Grathum raises his axe to meet it, the relic still thrumming in his veins. Steel and fire collide with a blast that levels half the ridge. The magma giant skids back, his arms trembling, flesh burning despite his stone skin. He snarls, coughing embers, but still he stands.
"Is that all, human?!"
Above, Velira lashes out. She twists her body, wings cutting the air as she channels her relic once more, condensing storm and wind into a spiraling spear. She hurls it through the inferno—only for Vernoso's fire-law to devour it midway, shredding the attack to sparks.
Vernoso laughs, the sound cruel and ringing.
"No matter what you carry, you're still insects scratching at a dragon's scales."
But the laughter hides calculation. He isn't using his true art yet—his single Tier 7 skill, a trump card he hoards for the moment of absolute necessity. Until then, he wields only raw law, shaping it like a hammer and flame. Even that is enough to suppress two peak-tier 6 monster.
