The air tensed abruptly, compressed as if under colossal pressure, then exploded in a blast of pure mana that swept the dust away in concentric circles. Blood-red flames erupted from his feet, spiraling around his massive body, covering him in an armor of living embers that crackled and hissed. Ancient runes, older than humanity itself, materialized in the air, etched by an inhuman will, drawing gravitational power circles around his imposing silhouette. The atmosphere thickened to the point of being almost unbreathable, compressed by an invisible force that seemed to crush their lungs.
The space around Belgaroth appeared to bend and twist like burning paper, crackling with raw, primordial, uncontrolled energy that made the very foundations of the building tremble.
- "On guard!" shouted Isaac, shifting into a defensive stance, the katana gripped firmly in his sweaty hands.
