Raven ducked under another burning arc, chain recoiling as he leapt across a fracture in the floor. The heat blurred his vision. Steam hissed from his coat. He could still hear Ostreva's whip-crack incantation behind him, could still see the flicker of her vines slicing across Arvax's molten frame. But it wasn't enough.
Not anymore.
They were holding it—but they weren't breaking it.
Raven landed behind a half-collapsed brazier, breathing hard, fingers clenched tight around his chain.
We're down to two. The damage isn't keeping up.
He opened his interface. One slot left.
Time to use it.
No more cards to play. Just this last one. The only thing left that could go toe to toe with a creature made to test finality itself.
"Emberforge Titan," Raven growled. "Come to me."
A sigil pulsed into existence beneath him, veins of burning orange light spreading like molten cracks across the ground.
A deep, metallic rumble answered from the abyss.
