The world shifted.
A pulse erupted from deep beneath the scorched arena.
Like the heartbeat of a slumbering god, it was slow, calm, and utterly absolute.
Venthros paused, his head tilting toward the epicenter of the tremor. His eyes narrowed. For a heartbeat, even he looked uncertain.
Then the ground rumbled again.
The pulse came again, stronger, purer, more refined.
He didn't hesitate.
With all four arms, God Venthros pointed toward the source of the resonance: Quinlan Elysiar, the Primordial Villain, still seated in his trance, surrounded by swirling elemental chaos, and summoned an elemental obliteration.
Four distinct lances: one of flame, one of water, one of storm, and one of stone, formed in an instant and hurtled toward Quinlan with annihilating intent.
But he never got the chance to kill the evolving Avatar.
Because three figures moved to intercept.
"OVER MY DEAD BODY!"
