Around him, the icy landscape had transformed into a vision of the apocalypse. Rivers of lava snaked between smoking rocks, and clouds of ash darkened the sky. At the center of this chaos stood Victor, floating in the air within a whirlwind of flames.
"Behold my ultimate Dominion: Volcano," he proclaimed in a thunderous voice. "Nothing can stop me!"
Victor had finally changed his objective; it was no longer about buying time but crushing his opponent.
""I believe it's time," murmured Eden to himself. Sweat trickled down his forehead beneath his mask, not just from the heat but also from the eighth-level archmage aura emanating from Victor.
Drawing a deep breath, his body was suffused with an ethereal white glow, and two silver wings unfurled, exuding a powerful and authoritative aura. But Victor remained unimpressed.
