The Silver patriarch's brow furrowed as the air itself trembled, the Land of Fire domain pressing against his senses like a molten tide.
The sky blazed with an orange-red hue, heat distorting the horizon. Without a moment's hesitation, he and his powerhouses unleashed their divine power, a counterforce to rival the inferno.
Their own domain erupted, a tempest of energy that churned the atmosphere, whipping winds into a frenzied dance to push back the encroaching flames.
The clash was cataclysmic, a battle of elements, fire against wind, chaos against order.
From the Darkan side, the domain mirrored the inner world of Lady Darkan, though smaller in scope.
Miniature volcanoes burst from the cracked earth, spewing rivers of lava that hissed and bubbled, painting the ground in glowing scars.
Heat waves rippled outward, a suffocating blanket that seared the lungs and blurred vision. The air smelled of sulfur and ash, a testament to the raw power of the Darkan pillars.
