The glass bridge hissed under Zephyr's boots, heat rising in shimmering waves. Below, the molten river pulsed like the heartbeat of a dying star.
Pyrrathis stood in the center, unmoving, the crimson fire wreathing his form licking high into the furnace-sky. The glaive in his grip was long enough to reach Zephyr in two strides.
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[SYSTEM SCAN]
Name: Pyrrathis, Warlord of the Crimson Flame
Threat Level: Mythic-Class (Trial-Locked)
Abilities Detected:
— Flame Dominion: Complete control over ambient fire and heat
— Scorch Pulse: Emits radial bursts that melt terrain
— Ember Rebirth: Unknown effect
— Trial Binding: Target must engage until either is incapacitated
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"You crossed my realm uninvited," Pyrrathis said, his voice carrying like a bell through the furnace air. "You will be reduced to ash, and your essence will fuel my flame for a thousand years."
Zephyr raised Eclipsefang. "You talk too much for someone who's about to lose."
