Eccar gritted his teeth as Krevak's golden fire surged around him. The flames were impossibly hot, far beyond anything he had experienced before.
Even with his Dragon Scale active — a power that shielded him from most physical and Magical attacks — the searing heat penetrated his defenses and biting into his skin and scales. He could feel the edges of his armor beginning to warp under the heat, and pain rippled through his body. This is the strongest attack he suffer after the Great Calamity.
"This fire…" Eccar thought grimly, "It's not ordinary. It's strong enough to hurt a Dragonborn at my level. That's… concerning."
Through the shimmering haze of flames, Krevak's towering figure approached, his steps deliberate and menacing. His lips curled into a sadistic grin and his eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction as he looked down at Eccar who writhing in his golden inferno.
