Regression: Reclaiming the End

Korr’Thal stormed forward, stomping the stone beneath it, each step leaving molten craters. It drew back its fist — runes igniting across its forearm.

Incoming.

I surged forward too — flame encasing my entire right arm. Ember Recast fully active.

Precision Flame Form.

Our strikes collided.

Fist to claw.

Flames met corrupted mana.

The pressure imploded around us — the arena floor cracking like glass.

But this time, I didn’t flinch.

I twirled around its arm mid-clash and slammed my knee into its ribs, then my palm followed — fiery mana detonating point-blank.

[Burn Stack: 10]