"You pesky humans!" Luu'go roared, "How dare you get in the way of the Fire Giant Tribe!"
The air around Shen Xinye, Shen Ying, and Bai Wenxin suddenly grew unnaturally heavy, thick with the scent of ozone, medicinal herbs, and the sulfurous stench of the barbarian vanguard.
Standing before them was Luu'go, the only female General among the Fire Giant Tribe's elite.
Her skin was a deep, bruised crimson, etched with jagged, white frost-runes that pulsed with a rhythmic light.
She stood exactly twenty-five feet tall, carrying a dual-headed mace crafted from the heart of a fallen meteor, still radiating a dull, malevolent heat.
"This is going to suck," Shen Ying muttered.
She sat cross-legged atop the head of her Crimson Dragon Burning Flame, her fingers already dancing through her storage ring.
The dragon, a manifestation of her Heavenly Flame, let out a low, crackling growl that sounded like a forest fire consuming dry timber.
"Strong," Bai Wenxin remarked concisely.
