Xal'Thur wasted no time in complying with Cambion's command. With a determined step, he left behind the festivities and took to the skies, his form a streak of crimson against the backdrop of the world. His flight was swift, guided by purpose and an unshakable resolve.
Upon reaching the location of the first fortress, Xal'Thur's gaze turned toward the imposing structure that stood before him. Guarded by a sect master of a first-grade sect, it was a bastion of human strength and arrogance. But in Xal'Thur's eyes, it was nothing more than an ant daring to challenge a dragon.
With a breath of focused energy, Xal'Thur's aura surged, his power visibly radiating around him like an inferno. The air crackled with anticipation as he raised his hand, fingers curling into a claw-like gesture. Energy converged at his fingertips, forming a condensed sphere of power that seemed to pulse with a life of its own.
