"NOW!" Ryan's roar shattered the tension like breaking glass.
The battlefield erupted.
Dozens of abilities launched simultaneously—a cascade of destruction that turned the air itself into a maelstrom of power. Fire bolts screamed forward, ice spears crystallized mid-flight, lightning crackled between charging warriors, and blades of compressed wind sliced through the space between attackers and target.
The sheer volume of attacks was staggering. The combined assault lit up the darkened battlefield like a miniature sun, casting harsh shadows that danced and flickered wildly.
The Blood Monarch didn't move.
It simply watched, that terrible smile never wavering, as the wave of destruction bore down upon it.
Then, just as the first attacks were about to connect, it moved.
Not away. Not to dodge.
Forward.
