Remiel’s aura explodes, crimson flames spiraling violently, warping the air around him. His wings blaze like molten steel, and the fiery horns grow sharper, jagged, like the maw of a beast. The swamp hisses as the heat becomes unbearable, patches of water boiling instantly. The dragon insignia on Remiel’s chestplate pulsed violently before twisting into a new form — the Seal of Drakhael. The crimson glow deepened, staining the mist around him with a blood-red hue.
Dralo’s sharp eyes narrowed, his expression hardening. “He’s losing control of his destructive essence,” he murmured, his voice calm but heavy with warning.
Remiel’s grip tightened on his flaming blade as he raised it skyward, his voice deep and resonant as he chanted,
“Archangel of Destruction.”
The world seemed to hold its
