"COME—SHEOL!"
BOOM!
The sky cracked open with a thunderous roar.
From the heart of the swirling black vortex, a blade descended.
It was a massive greatsword wreathed in shadow, trailing tendrils of dark energy as it fell like a divine judgment.
Six eyeballs circled its hilt, ominous.
Five remained closed.
One opened.
Sheol—First Stage.
Far across the dunes, the fire dragon reared back on its haunches, heat rolling off its body in waves. The air shimmered, thick with pressure, suffocating. A low, resonant hum pulsed across the sands as the dragon pulled its breath deep into its lungs.
Its jaws opened.
A split-second of silence, then:
FWOOOOOOOOOM!!!
A blinding torrent of fire erupted from its maw, a beam of white-hot flame, condensed and focused into a single blast of annihilation!
The sheer force of it scorched the very air, turning sand to glass as it barreled toward the lone figure standing no more than a hundred meters away.
