Back in the Ashen Expanse, everything burned black and crimson.
Two entities—one cloaked in voidfire, the other wreathed in molten hate—locked their breath attacks in a cataclysm that tore at the bones of the world.
Raven's red-black voidfire clashed with the colossus's dragon breath, the collision birthing a storm of screaming light and molten debris.
None of them seemed to be pushed back because, while one side had stronger fire, the other had a stronger force.
Each second stretched like an eternity, every heartbeat a war of annihilation.
Through the searing haze, a voice crawled across the air—not through sound, but through mana itself.
It slithered into Raven's mind, heavy and sharp as grinding stone. "This… is what happens when I get serious, human."
The black-boned colossus leaned forward, molten eyes narrowing to hateful slits as their beams locked.
