[ The Tyrant’s Wrath ]

[ A Massacre in Fire ]

The battlefield was hell.

Flames engulfed everything—houses, crops, bodies. Screams filled the air as players and NPCs alike were cut down. The smell of burning flesh mixed with the thick smoke, suffocating everyone still standing.

And at the center of it all—

Malakar, the Tyrant of Flames, stood like a god of destruction.

[Malakar, laughing]: "You all piece of shit! Die with your game, die by the game, and live by the game!"

With a single swing of his blazing sword, a group of warriors disintegrated instantly, their bodies reduced to ash before they could even scream.

[Soren, bloodied and panting]: "We can't kill him! He's not taking any damage!"

[Lyra, voice shaking]: "This isn't a battle—it's a slaughter."

Raine watched in horror as dozens of players died before his eyes.

This wasn't just a game anymore.

This was a war of survival.

[Raine, gripping his sword tightly]: "There has to be a way to stop him…"

He watched Malakar carefully—his every move, his every attack.

Then, he noticed it.

For the briefest moment, whenever a warrior with water-based magic tried to defend themselves, Malakar's flames flickered.

[Raine, eyes narrowing]: "Water… He's weak to water!"

[Soren, desperate]: "Great! Too bad we're in the middle of a goddamn burning wasteland!"

[Lyra, realization dawning]: "Wait… the underground river."

The words clicked instantly.

Beneath the village, there was a network of underground tunnels, filled with rivers and lakes.

If they could lure Malakar into the water—

They had a chance.

[Raine, gathering the remaining warriors]: "Listen up! I have a plan, but it's risky."

[Random Player, exhausted]: "Riskier than fighting a walking volcano?"

[Raine, firm]: "We lure Malakar into the underground river beneath the village. His fire magic won't work in the water."

The players murmured, some nodding in understanding, others looking terrified.

[Lyra, biting her lip]: "It's a long shot. But it's all we've got."

[Soren, cracking his knuckles]: "Well, it's better than standing here waiting to die."

Some players stepped forward, ready to fight.

But then—

More betrayals.

[Random Player, shaking his head]: "No way. We're not dying for this village."

[Another Player, stepping back]: "You expect us to risk everything for a maybe?"

[Raine, furious]: "If we don't stop him, there won't be a village left!"

[Traitor Player, smirking]: "Then we'll just switch sides. Malakar seems like a much better boss."

A group of players turned their weapons against the resistance.

Another betrayal.

[Lyra, eyes burning with rage]: "You spineless cowards!"

Before a fight could break out, Malakar's booming voice echoed across the battlefield.

[Malakar, grinning]: "Ah, good. More lambs to the slaughter."

The traitors bowed before him.

But Malakar simply laughed.

Then—

He killed them where they stood.

The traitors barely had time to scream before their bodies erupted into flames.

[Soren, watching in horror]: "Holy shit."

[Raine, grimly]: "Malakar doesn't want followers. He wants victims."

The few remaining warriors steeled their nerves.

It was now or never.

[Raine, raising his sword]: "Everyone, fall back! We lead him underground!"

Malakar, seeing the retreat, smirked.

[Malakar, taunting]: "Running? How disappointing."

With a wave of his hand, he sent a wall of fire racing toward them.

[Lyra, chanting quickly]: "Water Shield!"

A barrier of water surged forward, colliding with the flames in an explosion of steam and smoke.

[Raine, coughing]: "GO! NOW!"

The small strike team rushed toward the tunnels, the entrance hidden beneath the ruins of an old temple.

Malakar followed, his massive frame stalking toward them, flames dripping from his sword.

And as the resistance disappeared into the underground, the final battle truly began.