The temperature spiked. All the air in the Iron Forge elemental zone suddenly compressed, then reversed and sucked outward, drawing all heat and sound into silence.
The world slowed as the Soul Forger began to move, his form became an afterimage upon itself.
CRACK…CRACK…
Every vibration, every flicker of fire, every displaced particle of dust seemed to orbit him.
"...!"
Rel, who had grown accustomed to the predictability of even the most monstrous bosses, felt off about this ancient being.
He suddenly felt the unfamiliar premonition of defeat.
He's coming.
FWAK
The Soul Forger ascended.
He was above the burning sky of his domain until he was a silhouette against the volcanic haze, his draconic form eclipsing the distant eruptions.
"You've done well Axel... now you may rest."
The Worldbreaker hung in his grip, and as Rel watched, the hammer began to grow.
Not merely extend. Grow.
