The air cracked with heat and ice.
Commander Halric stood like a frozen mountain. His breaths slow and visible in the burning air.
Around him. Flames licked at the ground, rising from scorched soil.
But the cold radiating from his greatsword kept them at bay.
Steam hissed where fire met frost, turning the battlefield into a storm of clashing elements.
His blade was massive, glowing blue like frozen stars.
With every breath. The temperature around him dropped, frost creeping along the cracks in the earth.
Across from him. Rodric burned like a walking furnace.
His armor. Red and Gold. Seemed to glow faintly red, like coals hidden under steel.
A greatsword rested against his shoulder. Its blade constantly flickering with fire.
The crimson cloak behind him was torn, half-burned, flapping violently in the wind.
He exhaled, and the air shimmered around him. Heat poured from his skin. The very earth cracked beneath his boots.
