The first hour passed in relentless assault, with the crimson flames carving through the creature's body. The second hour followed with even greater intensity, as Damon refined his control further, each strike landing with terrifying precision while the massive devourer steadily shrank, its once overwhelming presence now clearly diminished.
When the third hour began… all of a sudden, the world started to tremble.
A shockwave swept across the barren land without warning, rippling through the cracked plains and scattering the ash-like remnants of the collapsing creature. The air itself distorted, as if something had forcibly entered this space without permission.
Damon's eyes snapped upward instantly. "…someone's here." He had expected one company or the other before he got the bloodline in his hands but he did not expect it to happen so soon.
