The battle between Thorne Arcturus and the two elders, Sylra and Kaelor, raged in the heart of the volcanic wasteland. The landscape was harsh and unforgiving, but it paled in comparison to the forces about to collide.
The air crackled with tension, the ground trembling beneath their feet as each of them prepared for the coming storm. Thorne stood tall, his expression sharp and calculating, his eyes fixed on the two figures before him. His jaw tightened, and a faint smirk tugged at his lips.
"You have no idea what you're up against," Thorne said, his voice deep, confident, and laced with cold amusement. "Let me show you the real power of the Storm King Dominion."
With a single, swift motion, Thorne raised his arm, and the sky above responded to his command. Dark clouds gathered at an unnatural speed, swirling violently as a storm roared to life.
