The Mountain’s roar rolled like thunder, shaking the shattered ground beneath them. Cracks split wider as molten veins blazed beneath its skin of jagged stone and tangled roots. Its colossal form—half rock, half living fire—shuddered, and then, impossibly, it moved.Despite its towering bulk, the Mountain launched forward in a blur, as if gravity itself bent to its will. Its pillar-like legs coiled, then hurled it across the battlefield with the weight of a collapsing world.Twin blades, born from its own arms—jagged obsidian streaked with glowing magma—came cleaving down. The air split with a howl, and the ground erupted as the strike carved a canyon of fire through the arena floor. The impact sent shockwaves outward, boulders and molten shards exploding into the air like arrows of flame.Ramsay’s eyes flared wide for a heartbeat, but the living rhythm of his sword surged through him. His body moved before thought, vaulting sideways as the molten trench carved the battlefield where h

The arena trembled with every beat of the dragon’s wings. Smoke and embers swirled, stinging eyes, yet clearing the hoard that had buried Noah. One by one, the twisted, writhing Syrics were reduced to ash beneath the dragon’s merciless fire. The roar of destruction was deafening, and still, the dragon pressed on, circling with precise strikes that left no path for the Syrics to regroup.Redrick, Ragmus, Kylie, Kinsley, Ryn, Benjamin, Lilia, Hawk, Camelia, Tracy, and Mike could only stare, frozen between awe and confusion. Ragmus had returned to his human form, naked and exposed, yet no one even noticed. Every thought was consumed by the impossible presence of the dragon and the inferno clearing the hoard.At last, as the last Syrics dissolved into smoke and ash, the dragon retracted its wings slightly, and there, standing amidst the remnants of fire, was Noah. His body burned with controlled flames, every scale and muscle glowing like molten gold. Heat radiated from him, yet he moved