Capítulo 58: The Fall Of Elyra, The Smartest Child Of Volcranax

The air thickened with ash and fire, the battlefield crackling with the heat of two titans locked in combat. Arthur's molten eyes narrowed as he tracked Elyra's shadow, her dark, bat-like form weaving effortlessly between basalt spires. She was fast, too fast, and every molten feather she unleashed rained hell upon the earth, leaving scorched craters and bursting ash clouds in her wake.

Arthur growled, the sound reverberating deep within his massive frame. He braced himself as another volley of molten feathers streaked toward him, each one glowing with the heat of a falling star. The ground exploded on impact, showering him in molten debris and forcing him to stagger back. Elyra's voice slithered into his mind, cutting through the chaos like a knife.

"Look at you. All that strength, all that bluster, and yet here you are, flailing in the dirt. Tell me, Drake, does it hurt to know you're completely outmatched?"