The silence in the sky was shattered.
Strax hovered above the battlefield, his eyes locked on the carriage that held Kryssia. His friend. His sister-in-arms… reduced to a mutilated shadow of what she once was. Her body — broken, wrapped in blood-soaked bandages, anti-magic chains choking even the faintest glimmer of hope.
"You're still breathing, Kryssia…" he muttered, voice low and resonant, like thunder that heralds the end. "You gave me a chance to live. Now, I'll return the favor the only way I know how."
His eyes gleamed with a deep, hellish red. A crack tore through the sky. In a flash, his body exploded with light, expanding with absolute power.
Ruby-red scales covered his form, long serpents of energy coiled around his spiraling horns, and his flaming mane extended into the heavens. His roar tore through the sky like a divine sentence.
On the ground, the soldiers looked up in horror, frozen in place.
