The sun had just dipped below the jagged horizon of the Tagor Desert, painting the sky in bruises of violet and arterial red, but the Broken Obelisk Ruins were brighter than noon. The ancient stone pillars, worn smooth by centuries of sandstorms, cast long, distorted shadows that danced frantically as the air itself began to scream.
Queen Cai Wei did not hesitate. The moment the challenge left Alaric's lips, the atmosphere around her detonated.
"DIE!"
It was a scream that carried the weight of a mother's terrified love and a monarch's apocalyptic rage. Cai Wei stomped her armored boot into the sand, and the desert answered her call with a catastrophic roar.
"Grand Art: Nine-Hells Magma Serpent!"
