C23 Fire and blood

The abyss howled like a beast unchained. Shadows coiled tighter around Rhygar, twisting him into a monstrous form beyond recognition—jaws elongated, claws dripping with molten shadow, eyes like pits of endless rage.

Lucas stood opposite, his wolf ablaze, fire coursing along his veins, fur shimmering like molten silver and crimson. Every breath scorched the air. Every step cracked the abyss floor