Raiven's smirk widened.
"It's done waiting."
Dreadmaw's obsidian plating flared. Flames erupted from its spine. Its body glowed brighter, fiercer.
"Now you'll see what it really means to fight a Sovereign of Flame."
Elemental Overlord.
Dreadmaw's veins blazed, every limb radiating volatile energy as the beast reared back and stomped the ground.
BOOOM!
A massive blast pulsed from beneath it—Volcanic Pulse!
Shockwaves of molten energy exploded outward in all directions.
"Move, Gravemaw!" Vandred barked.
But it was too late.
The explosion launched Gravemaw backward, flipping the steel-plated bear through the air and smashing it into the arena wall.
The impact cracked the reinforced stone barrier and buried the beast in smoke and rubble.
Caelan stepped forward, stunned. "He… blew Gravemaw off its feet?"
Eryndor said nothing—but his narrowed eyes said enough.