Violet Tiger

Every strike Storm unleashed was caught, redirected, or dispersed like it was nothing. 

His claws sparked against invisible barriers, his storms devoured by the Magus' control.

Even when Storm fused wind and lightning into a focused blast, it didn't leave a scratch. His chance of winning was even worse than Inferno's.

Meanwhile, Draeven and his squad were already finishing their sweep of the ravager nest..

Then they found it—a carved stone corridor, half-buried beneath the central chamber.

A ruin. 

Their eyes lit up with hope. A ruin meant a chance—maybe even a relic. But that hope was crushed the moment they stepped inside.

The walls were shredded with claw marks. Chunks of stone littered the floor, mixed with shattered golem parts and burnt-out furniture.

"This place is done for," T'zarek muttered, glancing around the wreckage.

Vek'tal gave a slow nod. "Should we head back up?"