Agros took a step back, lifting his sword again.
Then he heard it.
BANG!
It was the sound of just a single footstep slamming the ground, yet the sound carved itself deep into his mind, stirring an ancient fear.
The air around the battlefield ignited.
Dark mist caught fire. Flames rose without receiving any fuel, spiraling into a violent storm.
And from within the inferno, a man walked forward.
With each step, the ground beneath him melted into lava.
Power rolled off Ethan in crushing waves.
Draconic scales spread across his body, glowing faintly with inner heat.
"You…" Agros muttered, his eyes widening in horror. "Are you a dragon?"
He snarled and raised his sword.
"Whatever! Just die!"
He unleashed attack after attack.
[Hellfire Cleaver!]
[Void Rend!]
[Abyssal Descent!]
Blades of cursed fire, waves of void energy, and the collapsing gravity zones surged toward Ethan.
Ethan stared at the incoming destruction.
