Rocks tumbled from the ceiling, firestorms howled through the streets, and the cultists screamed as they were flung away by the shockwave.
When the smoke cleared, Lin Mu still stood. His magma armor burned brighter than ever, his claws steaming as they pulsed with energy. Slowly, he raised his head, eyes glowing with molten fire as his voice thundered across the battlefield:
"Your cult ends here."
The leader stumbled back, his saber quivering in his grip, his body slick with sweat. For the first time, true fear seeped into his scarred expression. "W-What… what are you?!"
Lin Mu grinned, his molten fangs on his helm gleaming through the cracks in his rocky mask. "I am your reckoning."
With a roar, he charged again—this time not just as a warrior, but as the living embodiment of the fury of earth and flame itself.
His claws dug through the leader's chest in one thrust!
