"Boom!"
Cassius flapped his wings and bowed his head. From his chest burst forth countless dazzling points of light, a terrifying energy accumulated in his throat. Accompanied by the sound of air shattering, all of it poured out.
Primordial Breath!
A massive pillar of fire tore through the sky, its outer flames shimmering in magnificent blue, while its inner flames shone with the purest white brilliance. The temperature had reached tens of thousands of degrees, enough to vaporize any ordinary mortal caught in its shockwave.
But as a manifestation of war itself, as a divine being waging battles from ancient times until now, Gush had slain countless giant dragons. He was all too familiar with their breath weapons—even if this breath's power was unimaginably great.
"Buzz—"
A sharp ringing resounded as the scarred, battle-worn black plate armor of the orc lit up with countless intricate runes, dozens of high-circle Divine Arts enhancing his form.
