Ravok steps forward, his aura a crushing tide of molten iron. His voice carries the fury of a lifetime of resentment.
"You lived fat while we begged for scraps, Brarth. Tonight, the scales balance. Tonight, we take what should have been ours all along."
Brarth's chest rumbles with dark laughter. He spreads his arms wide, his aura exploding outward like a volcano. Flames roar into the sky, blotting out the stars.
"Hahaha! You dare lecture me? You just broke through peak Tier 6 and already act like you're better than me! I'll burn you all into ash tonight."
The sky itself trembles as the two sides face off. Ember light and bloodlust fill the night.
Brarth's aura erupts in a blazing inferno, heat waves rippling outward. The stones under his boots glow red from the sheer intensity. His fiery cloak lashes behind him, crackling like a living beast.
The five traitor rulers sneer back, their auras clashing against his, splitting the air into jagged currents of power.
