The crimson glow of death and fire lit up the night sky. A lone rider perched atop a powerful wyvern above the battlefield, the crimson-scaled beast roaring with such force that the enemy ranks shook. He gripped the reins tighter as the wind howled across his face, carrying the smell of fming wreckage and burning flesh.
"Burn them all," he muttered, his voice full of cold hate.
With its enormous wings looming above the men below, the wyvern retaliated with a piercing cry. It plunged with a strong fp, its maw opening to let off a stream of bzing fire. As opposing soldiers wailed as their bodies were consumed by a raging hell, the battlefield descended into mayhem. Under the wyvern's anger, weapons broke, armor melted, and the ground itself turned bck and scorched.
Magic Circles bzed to life in the air around the rider as he raised his hand. He recited an incantation, his voice echoing from the abyss like an echo, his eyes glowing with magical power. At his fingertips, lightning burst into a spear of utter devastation.
“Come to spark and strike all that stands! [Lightning Surge]”
He swung the spell down with a quick move. An electrical explosion occurred as soon as it hit the ground, scattering enemy knights and troops and causing their bodies to tremble as the power surge tore through them.
He summoned a shimmering barrier by weaving his fingers through the air as arrows flew toward him through the skies. The projectiles fell harmlessly into the earth that had been devastated by fire after shattering against the magical shield.
From the enemy’s war camp, a warlock raised his staff, dark tendrils of magic twisting into a spear of abyssal energy. The spell surged toward the rider like a nce of pure night, but he was faster. With a flick of his wrist, he drew his bde, a Lightning Dragonsteel sword, and cleaved through the dark magic, dispersing it with a blinding crackle of energy.
With a roar of excitement, the wyvern twisted through the sky like an unstoppable shadow. The rider was a storm incarnate, and more hostile spellcasters attempted to counterattack. He commanded his mount with a single, unwavering word: "Unleash unto them, FIRE!"
The wyvern obeyed.
Molten heat glowed from deep within its swollen chest. It bellowed in rage, wreaking a terrible fire on the battleground below. The enemy was engulfed in a wave of devastation as fire erupted in all directions. The force caused war equipment to colpse, causing steel to melt and turn into liquid metal rivers. As the fmes ate everything in their path, the roar of the wyvern's wrath drowned out the screams of the soldiers.
One of the opposing warlord looked on in terror from the tall rocks above the battlefield. Once assured of their numbers, his men now dispersed like insects in front of a fire. His face twisted in fear and anger as he clenched his hands.
The rider's voice echoed over the ruins and fmes as he turned to face the warlord.
"Tonight, your kingdom falls."
A shower of sparks swirled through the air as the wyvern reared back, its powerful wings striking against the sky while the warlord roared commands to withdraw. It roared one more time and plunged again, its rider ready to finish the fight with a single blow.
