"Come!"
Every drop responded to his command.
Dried stains embedded in ancient stones, microscopic traces lingering in the frozen air, the deep, frozen pools where countless warriors had fallen, they all trembled.
Then they turned.
Veins of crimson light erupted from the ground. They sliced through the blackened terrain like exposed arteries. The Devourer's shadows swarmed to smother them, but the bloodlight burned with a tyrannical will, refusing to be suppressed.
The two domains collided in earnest.
The sky fractured.
Space twisted violently where the devouring abyss met the crushing authority.
Tendrils of pure darkness surged upward in a silent, raging scream, intending to tear apart the enemy.
The crimson pressure descended like a judgment, methodical and absolute.
Yaro remained at the heart of his domain, arms spread, his cloak billowing in a storm of his own making. His eyes glowed a deep, regal red.
