Silence swept across the shattered battlefield.
The cavern, once a mountain of molten stone and roaring flames, now held its breath.
Floating rocks drifted slowly like fragments of a broken world.
Golden sparks drifted around Shaurya's silhouette as he stood firm upon the hovering spiritual platform, battle-torn yet unmoved.
Above him—
Lorgann circled like a wounded star, wings trembling, molten embers leaking between its scaled lips.
Their eyes locked.
Shaurya smiled.
A smile too calm, too confident, too fearless for the moment.
Shaurya slid his right foot back, body lowering into a stance that radiated utter certainty.
Then he roared:
"Elder Wan—take me to its height!"
Elder Wan didn't hesitate.
His trembling hands steadied, eyes shining with resolve.
"Yes, Master!"
He pushed both palms forward—
Spiritual energy surged into the silver platform.
FWOOOOOM—!!
The platform shot upward, rising like an arrow fired into the sky.
Wind whipped past Shaurya's face.
