The obsidian wind tore across the shattered plains as Valerian stood tall, his cloak snapping violently behind him. The ground beneath his feet was scorched glass, the aftershock of his last spell—a catastrophic burst of Abyssal Flame—still spiraling across the sky like writhing black dragons.
Bodies lay broken and burned in a jagged circle around him. Blood steamed against the heat, boiling on impact. From the ruptured horizon, more shadows began to rise—twenty… thirty… an entire battalion of Voidmarked Knights wearing the sigil of the Obsidian Conclave. Their armor was etched with runes of nullification. Their swords shimmered with anti-magic.
"Valerian," Kael growled from behind, stumbling as he caught his breath, armor torn open across the chest. "They keep coming."
Valerian's crimson eyes narrowed. "Let them."
With a flick of his wrist, his System interface bled into view.
> [SYSTEM BOOST: WRATH UNCHAINED – 89% CORRUPTION]
