Lucian's voice cut through the chaos, sharp and urgent. "Spread out! Run! Now!" The students behind him froze, confusion on their faces, but his roar snapped them into action. "Move!" They scattered into the forest, footsteps fading as they fled.
Lucian's green eyes locked onto the towering warrior before him, his soul resonance weapon pulsing red in his grip. "Are you the one who did this?" he bellowed, rage dripping from every word.
The warrior tilted his dragon-helm, purple eyes gleaming. "Zahr'val tu'kren?" he intoned, voice deep and guttural, like stones grinding.
(Are you the Ruler's prophecy?)
Lucian's face twisted in frustration. "What the hell are those words?"
"In'therak vel dromuul. Sa'ek ven'korath," he replied, his tone unchanging, alien.
(The fire in you burns bright. Let's fight)
Lucian didn't wait for more nonsense. Fire mana surged into his sword, the blade erupting in white-hot flames.
