The patriarch of the Emberhart family wasted no time. His rage, ignited by the horrifying sight of his son's mangled body, consumed him entirely.
Fury twisted his features as he clenched his fists, his entire form radiating heat. With an enraged roar, he surged forward, his fist engulfed in searing flames, the air around him warping with heat as he prepared to unleash his signature attack—Fire Fist.
"Die!" he bellowed, his voice raw with grief and fury. His blazing fist hurtled toward Lucas, burning with the intent to kill.
But before his attack could reach its target, a figure stepped in with fluid grace—Roxana. Her confident smile shone through the intensity of the moment, as though the patriarch's anger amused her more than it intimidated her.
