The dust and smoke consumed the battlefield, swirling like a relentless sandstorm. The fiery meteors continued to rain down, each impact sending tremors through the shattered ground. The chaos painted the air with heat and ash, reducing the once-clear battleground to a suffocating haze.
Above it all, Lazarus hovered ominously, its colossal wings cutting through the swirling debris. Its glowing red eyes pierced through the smoke like sinister gems, watching the destruction it had unleashed without a trace of hesitation.
But it wasn't finished.
A deep, guttural rumble emanated from the beast as golden energy began to gather in its chest once more, flowing upward toward its maw. The glow intensified, spilling out in radiant streaks, illuminating the smoke-filled air. Lazarus's mouth began to charge again, brimming with devastating power, as if preparing to unleash another catastrophic breath.
