Marla's face paled as she witnessed Ezekiel's decisive strike against Devon. Her body trembled uncontrollably as she backed away, her mind racing with fear and disbelief. She knew she had to escape or face a similar fate.
"I can't believe this... Devon died... This can't be..." Her words were choked with emotion as tears streamed down her face. With each step, her panic grew, fueling her desperate flight from the gruesome scene. She couldn't comprehend how someone as powerful as Devon could be defeated so easily. There was no way Devon would vanish like that…
Meanwhile, inside the destroyed throne hall, with Devon's lifeless form crumbling to the ground, Ezekiel raised his hands, summoning forth the potent blue flames of his dragon power. These flames were not just physical, but mystical, capable of consuming not only flesh but the very essence of one's being.
