The chamber erupted into chaos the moment the two Mythical-Tier Terra Beasts collided.
The Golden Dragon's molten scales burned so hot that the stone beneath it turned to liquid, pooling in glowing rivers that carved through the floor like lava. Garuda's steel feathers cut through the air like razors, creating wind blades that sliced through pillars and sent chunks of debris flying in every direction. The sheer force of their clash sent shockwaves rippling outward, forcing everyone still in the chamber to their knees.
The Clan Leader rode atop his dragon with a manic grin on his face. His robes fluttered wildly in the turbulent air, and his eyes burned with a mixture of rage and triumph.
"You old fool!" he shouted, his voice barely audible over the roar of the two beasts. "You think you can stop me? I have spent years planning this! Years consolidating power! You stepped down, and I took everything! The clan, the authority, the bloodline—it's all MINE!"
