Fwoosh...
The raging inferno boiled over, viciously licking the courtyards of the Grand Cathedral.
Pyrrhus pressed his assault without an ounce of mercy. Both his palms spewed waves of extreme heat, turning the surrounding air into a colossal furnace. The pristine white marble tiles around him blistered terribly, cracking and turning pitch-black from the scorching temperatures.
Beside him, Orion marched forward steadily. Every heavy step of his steel boots sent deep tremors through the ground, spiderwebbing new fissures across the once-sacred plaza.
CLANG!
Dom was forced back, losing ground.
The broad blade of his greatsword was already blackened and corroded near the tip—the inevitable result of repeatedly smashing it directly into Pyrrhus's firewalls and Orion's stone pillars.
Bzzzt... Bzzzt...
