"No… this—this is not looking good," Elarya whispered, her eyes widening as she recognized the runic signs blooming across the burning earth.
It was unmistakable.
She had seen this before. Centuries ago.
The Infernal Domain.
The same catastrophic skill that had nearly erased half of Runewood in a single skill of flame. A living apocalypse conjured by the monster now grinning before her.
"No. No. No. Not this one!" Kardel's voice trembled as realization dawned. His face turned ghost-white. He knew the story—no, he had survived the story!
And he has absolutely no wish to experience this again!
Rhiki, meanwhile, was still oblivious—preoccupied with channeling mana and cursing violently as the searing pain from his shoulder and back burns kept him writhing on the ground.
Then the ground vibrated again.
Harder this time.
And then—
BLUURSHHH!