"H-huh…?"
The wind howled, carrying with it the scent of ash and blood.
The ruins of the capital lay beneath the two figures, their auras suffusing the air with raw, untamed energy.
The Dragon Emperor K'arba'diel stood tall, his crimson scales glinting under the shattered sky, while Rey glared back, his golden aura flickering and pulsating like a living flame.
For the first time in centuries, K'arba'diel was injured. His severed arm hung limp in the chaos around them before disintegrating into ash.
Despite his earlier smugness, his expression was now one of alarm and fury.
"How is this possible?!" the Dragon Emperor roared, clutching the bleeding stump where his arm once was.
Rey's voice was cold and resolute. "I told you already. You'll soon be dead."
With that, he surged forward, his body cloaked in energy so potent that the very air screamed as it split around him.
