The darkness of the night was shaken by a roar that tore through the sky.
When Aethrax Emberion, Prince of the Undying Fire, screamed, his voice left a harsh echo in the air.
His eyes were bloodshot; the fire circulating in his veins darkened his gaze.
The crimson, rippling aura wrapping his body expanded like a supernova ready to explode.
The air around him bent under this intense heat and pressure, reality changing shape like melting glass.
Despite this, Cassian, the target of this rage, watched his prey indifferently.
His black eyes showed neither fear, nor anger, nor a sign of hatred while looking at Aethrax.
There was only ice-cold disdain and absolute indifference, the kind a god might feel while looking at an insect.
This look was driving Aethrax mad.
Aethrax grasped the hilt of the massive, sword-like staff on his back with his only remaining hand.
The moment his fingers touched the metal, the runes on the staff shone with a blinding light.
