The air in the cavern ignited under the intense heat.
The gold coins on the floor beneath Damien's feet rapidly sublimated, turning instantly into a glittering, metallic vapor that swirled around him like a storm.
"You got one," Damien growled.
His voice was a distorted harmony of two distinct sounds: the human voice of a boy and the guttural, tectonic rumble of an ancient beast.
He took a step forward.
CRUNCH.
The stone floor pulverized beneath him, shattering not from simple weight, but from an unnatural, crushing density. The sheer mass of the energy compressed inside his body made him heavy as a tank.
Valerius, the Commander of the Red Templars, took an instinctive step back. His T-visor helmet flashed with warning runes.
[Threat Level: Re-calculating...]
[Target Status: Unknown.]
[Mana Signature: ...Sun?]
"A trick," Valerius hissed, trying to regain his composure. "It is just a polymorph spell! Illusion magic!"
