The battle within the mirror world raged on, each moment escalating the stakes.
High above, the two dragons clashed fiercely—one a fiery black dragon and the other a bone-ice dragon. Their battle lit up the sky with torrents of flame and shards of frost, showering the battlefield below with steam and debris.
On the ground, Emery fought valiantly, facing off against Grand Magus Tolaro atop the back of the massive green swamp beast.
Chututlu's poison mist, thick and vile, shrouded the battlefield, forming a natural defense that forced Tolaro to rely on long-range attacks.
Emery, meanwhile, was at a crossroads. His primal form had grown erratic. He could feel its chaotic energy threatening to spiral out of control, every surge of power pushing him closer to instability.
