The effect of Lady Darka's words was cataclysmic, reverberating through the Darkan lands with a force that transcended the physical.
CRASH… CRASH… CRASH… CRASH…
The sound of ethereal chains shattering echoed like glass falling from the heavens, a cacophony felt in the bones of every Darkan member.
A surge of unfamiliar yet deeply familiar strength flooded their bodies, their long-dormant draconic heritage awakening with a ferocity that shook their very souls.
Ancient, forgotten techniques, instincts of fire manipulation, aerial combat, and raw power swirled in their minds, as if etched into their bloodlines by Lady Darka herself.
Across the estate, the sky erupted into chaos. Swirls and tornadoes of fire with varying sizes tore through the heavens, their fiery vortexes a testament to the unleashed power.
