The God of Ash and Ruin did not possess a human face to display his rage, but the fury radiating from his massive, eighty-foot frame was unmistakable. The thick, pulsing veins of liquid magma running through his slag body flared to a blinding, furious white. The psychic sound of grinding tectonic plates echoed violently in Valeria and Kael's minds, a deafening scream of geological hatred.
The Warden swung his massive, molten right arm in a wide, sweeping arc.
He did not cast a targeted spell. He commanded the environment. Millions of tons of liquid fire erupted from the caldera lake. A massive, towering tidal wave of boiling magma, easily three hundred feet high, rose into the toxic air. It crested over the obsidian ledge, threatening to bury Kael and Valeria under an ocean of sheer, crushing geological weight.
