The expressions on the Sovereigns of Everburn Aerie- Azuryan the Verdant Flame and Solmyron the Golden Pyre, turned ashen.
They stood frozen for a heartbeat too long, gazes sweeping across the vast region now revealed to be infested with shimmering golden spores. They were everywhere. Drifting in the wind. Clinging to the feathers of phoenixes. Humming with an unseen, insidious life.
"INSOLENT!"
HUUM!
Solmyron's voice thundered like a sun.
With a flare of golden wrath, stellar flames poured from his colossal wingspan, descending like a celestial punishment. They scoured the entire region in blinding light, disintegrating every visible spore in their path. Mountains wept under the searing heat. The air twisted. Entire swaths of sky turned white from the blaze.
At the same time, Azuryan stepped forward in her humanoid form, her delicate fingers curling into a fist.
