Panic in the Hollow

Vulkris's roar was deafening.

A thunderous boom echoed across the Inferna Hollow, shaking the floating isles and splitting the sky in half. The blast carried not just heat—but rage. A flame aura so intense it scorched the very air, hurling shockwaves in every direction.

Eyistha never stood a chance.

One moment, she stood tall beside her wyvern—defiant, proud.

The next… gone.

In a single breath, her body was scorched to a blackened husk, eyes still wide with disbelief as Vulkris's fire mana engulfed her. She crumbled into ash before she could even scream.

Play stupid games, win stupid prices.

Even the Ashen Wyvern lived up to its name at last—its enormous form disintegrated into drifting ashen flakes, vanishing in the same heartbeat as its master.

The King beast had awakened.

The King Beast. The Last Flame. A harbinger of annihilation.

Vulkris.