Karl stared at him for a moment, eyes gleaming with both suspicion and reluctant acceptance, and then gave a short nod accompanied by a weary shrug. "Alright," he transmitted, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. He raised both arms, fingers splayed wide, and his body became engulfed in surging black flames so dense they looked like molten tar.
Whoosh!
An immense wave of black fire erupted outward from Karl, flowing into the ground like liquid night. Within moments, it spread in every direction, rippling through the battered terrain, weaving around rocks, corpses, and warriors alike.
It slithered beneath the feet of every combatant—human and monster—until the entire expanse of the Second Circle battlefield was blanketed in a rolling, writhing ocean of jet-black flame.
