A day later, in Valgros Kingdom teleportation Portal.
A rumble of energy crackles through the air as the portal surges with power. Rings of magic churn in layered rotation, glowing runes flaring brighter with each second.
Then, with a sharp whump, two silhouettes emerge from the other side of the dimensional gate—tall, imposing figures who radiate a pressure that makes the surrounding guards tense instinctively.
The first to step forward is clad in jagged crimson armor laced with ember veins that pulse like molten lava. His presence is suffocating, heat radiating from his body in waves that warp the air around him. A thick mane of blackened red hair tumbles down his back, his face half-covered by a brutal helm shaped like a snarling beast. His eyes burn—literally—with flickering flames.
Medoran, General of the Ember Claw Group.
