*Pyroth*
I stormed through the charred forest, the ground beneath my feet scorched and smoking. The trees bowed as if in fear, their branches shaking at my wrathful passage, shedding their leaves and flowers in my wake. I had retreated far from Egoren but not far enough to quell the fire of rage that roared within me.
I stumbled upon a clearing, my chest heaving with exertion as I tried to catch my breath. The acrid smell of smoke still clung to my clothes, a gleeful reminder of the destruction I had left behind. But we had not left victorious. We had been forced to flee in defeat.
I clenched my fists, trying to contain the seething anger threatening to consume me. The echoes of my howls reverberated through the desolate woods. My minions cowered away from me, fleeing at the mere sight of me.
