The forest was no longer a forest.
It had become a scorched wasteland, a hellscape carved by fire and chaos. Ash coated the blackened ground, trees reduced to nothing but charred stumps. Molten cracks split the earth, and the air itself shimmered under the oppressive heat.
And at the center of it all, two monsters clashed.
Draktharion and Viktor. Dragon and Demon.
Both figures were shrouded in blazing infernos, their movements blurs of motion, their roars tearing through the air like thunderclaps.
Each clash sent shockwaves racing across the ruined land. Fire surged from their bodies, waves of heat turning everything in the vicinity to ash.
Their claws were like blades of destruction, ripping, slashing, gouging. Their strikes were beyond violent, they were catastrophic.
However, as the clashes continued, Viktor's breath soon became heavy. His body was burned and battered, and he was barely holding on.
'I'm losing…'
