As Aric Stormrider's deep voice reverberated, his battle intent surged, a primal, savage energy that sent shockwaves through the air.
His hair elongated, flowing behind him in a crimson cascade that seemed almost alive, writhing with the same power that fueled him.
The ground quaked as he reached for the massive broadsword on his back. The moment his grip tightened, the world seemed to pause.
A deafening silence.
He moved.
A streak of red burst forward, the ground beneath him shattering, exploding in a storm of debris.
His speed was unimaginable for his size, his form a crimson blur that tore through the air like a raging beast.
He entered the golden pathway that linked the sectors together, moving at impossible speed.
The wind howled in his wake, and in seconds, he reached the skies above Sector 10, a black silhouette blotting the sun.
