"Appear, SSR ranked mythical figure!"
The Kundala whistled through the air as he pitched it with all his strength into the Gate. The moment it passed the frame, he clenched his fists in anticipation as energies hummed in his ears.
Ancient drumming reverberated through the territory next, sending his heart into a beating frenzy.
An unbearable heat followed, causing glistening sweat to cover his forehead and his armor's fabric to stick to his skin.
Even his draconic scales failed to mitigate it, speaking volumes about the temperature.
Yet an icy shiver ran down his spine, and his eyes trembled as he realised it was only the beginning.
Without wasting a second, he threw himself by the demon den's frozen half.
The icy air coming straight from Jotunheim sank into his skin, trying to reach the bones. Despite the discomfort, he gritted his teeth and endured because... the flames hadn't appeared in the frame yet.
