Multiple explosions of dark-violet energy, purple lightning, and molten lava tore the battlefield apart as three muscled figures clashed with reckless abandon. The air itself screamed under their blows.
One of them — molten-haired, clad in volcanic armor — threw his head back and laughed, a sound like breaking stone. He shot into the air, volcanic warhammer raised high. At its tip, a molten sphere ignited, swelling larger and larger until it burned like a newborn sun.
“Hellstorm of Wrath.”
The blazing orb pulsed, then split open with cracks of molten light. From its searing core, fireballs the size of meteors erupted outward, tearing free one after another, streaking down toward the earth in blazing arcs. Yet the great sphere still hung in the sky, burning brighter, threatening to relea
