The Primordial Strike
Ridge staggered, his claws digging into the fractured earth. Every breath burned, every heartbeat thundered like a war drum. Frost and molten Heartfire danced chaotically across his body, energy lashing violently around him, yet the lattice held—barely. His eyes, silver with intensity, were fixed on the horizon. The pulse that had echoed moments ago now manifested: a colossal shape, ancient and impossibly vast, moving through the shattered remnants of the battlefield.
Its presence alone seemed to bend reality. Mountains quivered, rivers shivered, and the ley lines beneath Ridge’s feet writhed like serpents in the throes of awakening. This was older than the entity he had just faced. Older than time itself. Ridge’s chest tightened. He could feel every life around him
