The Abyss, Sixth Layer: Foundry Citadel.
Whoosh!
A solitary tongue of flame burst into existence amidst the drifting gray snow(spores), like a match struck in a dark room, desperate to illuminate the void.
For a heartbeat, the endless cascade of ash seemed to smother it.
But that was merely the spark.
High above, rippling across the surface of the defensive barrier, countless similar flames ignited in unison. This was the Doomsday Fire.
ROAR!
The reaction was instantaneous and violent, like tossing a lit flare into a pool of gasoline. The Doomsday Fire didn't just burn; it feasted. The fuel was the very atmosphere itself—the oppressive, suffocating layer of gray spores that had laid siege to the barrier.
The sky, previously a monochromatic canvas of despair, was violently repainted in crimson.
The gray haze choking the Foundry Citadel began to recede, incinerated by the apocalyptic heat.
