The water of the Coral Plains did not just darken; it turned into a suffocating, viscous soup of crimson pressure. The shadow that had fallen over the arena was not merely a physical obstruction of the light—it was a spiritual weight, a gravity of malice that pressed the air from Alvian's lungs even through his water-breathing enchantment.
Above them, floating with a majesty that defied the violence of the moment, was Highlord Ignis.
He was not a hybrid like the generals Alvian had dismantled. He was a True Dragon in humanoid form, a concept made flesh. He stood nearly thirty feet tall, his armor not forged but grown from obsidian scales that wept liquid fire. His wings were vast, tattered curtains of magma that boiled the ocean around him, sending plumes of superheated bubbles racing toward the surface.
[Target Identified: Highlord Ignis (The Blood Tyrant)]
[Level: 70 (Raid Boss)]
[Class: Elder Draconic Warlord]
[Status: Awakened / Domain Active]
[Threat Level: Catastrophic]
