The sound of laughter echoed through the battlefield as molten streams poured from his body, forming enormous glowing orbs of lava.
They hovered around him, spinning and pulsating with deadly energy. He let out a guttural roar as he plunged his claymore into the ground, and the orbs erupted into massive magma cannons, targeting Ronan with unrelenting precision.
"Try evading this!" Draven bellowed, the cannons firing molten blasts that scorched the air as they streaked toward Ronan.
Ronan's eyes narrowed as he sized up the incoming attacks. Each cannon blast shattered the ground, leaving pools of bubbling magma in their wake.
The battlefield became a deadly maze of fire and molten destruction, but Ronan moved like the wind, weaving through the chaos with flawless precision leaving behind blue flames.
