Just as the crowd was still reeling from the sheer spectacle of Max's battle against the second Wraith of the World—his relentless army of black flaming dragons tearing down nine majestic flame behemoths—the heavens growled again.
A deep, resonating rumble rolled across the land, low and heavy, like the ominous heartbeat of some colossal beast lurking above. Every gaze instinctively turned skyward, and what they saw made their breath catch in their throats.
The thick storm clouds, which should have scattered after the wraith's defeat, instead churned with renewed fury, boiling and twisting as though something even greater was being born within.
Then—
CRACKLE!
The world lit up for an instant. From deep within the black mass, streaks of vivid purple lightning slithered like serpents beneath the veil, their movements sinuous, alive, and impossibly fast. Each flash illuminated the sky in an otherworldly glow, bathing the land in an eerie violet hue.
