Time slowed in Vulkris's eyes.
He watched Auren's new attack streak toward him, a beam unlike anything he had ever seen. And for the first time in centuries, a shiver of fear traced the edges of his ancient instincts.
This wasn't ordinary flame.No, this was something else entirely.
A condensed, golden lance of fire—tight, radiant, and screaming with lethal purpose. Like a miniature sun, refined into a single beam of annihilation.
It sang of death before his flaming eyes.
And yet… it stirred something buried deep within him. A thrill. A memory of what it used to feel like to face a true rival.
His pulse quickened, and an excited smile crept on his monstrous face.
The golden beam howled toward him like a divine executioner- relentless, merciless, and inevitable.
And as dread licked along his spine, Vulkris found his lips curling wider.
'At last… something worthy.'
