The air itself began to scream.
Nyx's body had become a living furnace, every scale glowing white-hot as his Primordial Molten Fusion reached critical mass. The dragon's form pulsed with barely contained stellar fire, reality warping around him like heated glass. The ground beneath his claws had turned to obsidian, then to flowing lava.
Noah felt the heat wash over him from fifty meters away, his skin prickling with the intensity. Through his bond with Nyx, he could sense the dragon's absolute focus—every fiber of his being channeled into this one devastating attack.
'This is it,' Noah thought, watching Kruel's eyes widen as the Harbinger finally understood what was coming. 'This ends everything.'
Nyx opened his maw, and the sun poured out.
