As the final syllables of the ancient voice echoed into the molten sky...
"Let the First Match… BEGIN!"
A towering wall of translucent flame erupted between Jacob and Vortigash with a roar like a beast awakening from a thousand-year slumber.
FWWOOOOOOSH!!!
The flame wall stretched from floor to sky, rippling like liquid glass, etched with countless runes flickering between golden and crimson. It radiated no heat—yet the sheer pressure it exuded was suffocating. They were separated by a mystical, translucent wall of flame.
Jacob and Vortigash instinctively stepped back, narrowing their eyes as the flame barrier surged to life.
His gaze snapped toward Vortigash, who also looked towards the former and then sneered but made no move. The regal ram-headed being stood tall, his arms crossed arrogantly as the flames cast dancing shadows across his burning armor.
