Title: Wrath Made Flesh
The Scorching Tundra was chaos. Blizzards made of fire. Volcanoes frozen in place. The air burned and froze at the same time.
Kael and Azrion stood before a massive glacier. Inside it: a monstrous shape, burning with crimson flame.
Azrion (coldly):
"This beast… is my hate."
Suddenly, the ice exploded. The Dreadflame Wyrm emerged—a terrifying serpent-like monster with wings of lava and eyes like Azrion's when enraged.
It roared—and the sound burned Kael's skin.
Kael (terrified):
"This… this thing is you?"
Azrion:
"What I used to be. My mother's death… created this."
The fight began.
Kael fought hard—dodging flame blasts, striking with dark energy. But it wasn't enough. The wyrm was a living curse, immune to pain, feeding on Azrion's sorrow.
Kael was tossed into a burning glacier. His bones cracked again.
He coughed blood, gasping.
Kael (crying):
"I can't win this alone… Azrion… take over."
Azrion didn't hesitate. For the first time in battle, he fully manifested.
Wings of darkness exploded behind Kael's body. His voice changed. His eyes turned into galaxies of wrath.
Azrion (with deadly calm):
"You are nothing but a memory. Die like one."
He raised one hand—and black lightning cracked the sky.
The wyrm roared and lunged—but Azrion vanished… and appeared inside its chest.
One punch.
Reality split.
The wyrm exploded into ash, and the third seal shattered.
But Azrion lingered… staring at the sky.
Azrion (softly):
"Why did it have to be her…?"
And for a brief second—Kael felt the depth of Azrion's pain.