*Axureon*

Pyroth descended from the storm-dark heavens like the harbinger of desolation itself. Even from my twisted angle, I could see his crimson eyes burned like summoned hellfire.

“Axureon!” Pyroth raged, the back of his throat lit like a lantern held by the reaper himself.

I reached out, lassoing his upper body with my arms and using Pyroth’s own tremendous force against him as he plunged toward me. I flipped him over. Using every ounce of my might, I ...