The Infernal Hollow trembled as the molten titan Vulkris crashed into the magma floor, his lava-coated body sending plumes of fire and steam high into the choking, ash-filled air. His fiery mane sizzled with fury, and smoke hissed from the jagged cracks in his armor-like hide.
He shook his massive head, disbelief etching itself deeper into every glowing ember of his being.
Someone—some thing—had struck him.!?
Hard.
He, the Infernal Sovereign. The Devourer of Plains. The Beast of Flame.
He had leveled up three times since his last awakening. His strength had grown vast enough to tear mountains asunder, to boil rivers dry. He had believed—no, he knew—there was no force left in this territory capable of standing against him.
And yet… here he was. On the ground.
What in the burning planes of Wha-la just happened?
His volcanic eyes snapped upward.
Above him floated a figure wreathed in divine gold—Auren.
Golden flames radiated from the human's body, licking at the charred sky.
