Above the Adrastia Continent.
Waves of authority seethed after the words Achilles had just said!
Azuryan did not answer with words.
Her silence ruptured into a roar as she opened her wings wide, and the havens ignited.
Emerald fire bloomed out from her body, not like normal flame, but thick- like living magma infused with wrath itself. With a screeching bellow, she raised her wings and summoned her ancestral might.
"Blight of the Verdant Pyre!"
From her chest burst forth a sigil, a fiery mandala etched in green starfire. It spun outward and grew, dozens of emerald runes orbiting its core like ravenous eyes.
The skies warped.
Reality cracked around it.
A column of viridescent ruin erupted from her beak. It stretched down in spirals of destruction that split the clouds, twisting with layers of burning time and corrosive entropy.
It was the final judgment of a Phoenix Monarch that was enraged!
And yet...
BOOOM!
