Sword Demon

The arena was silent. The crowd, moments before caught in the throes of riotous cheers, now watched in breathless awe. None could comprehend what they had just witnessed.

Varen, heir of the Silver Flame, stood at the epicenter of his own blazing might. His fiery aura had transformed into a primal force, raw and overwhelming, shaped by emotions he had buried for years. The dragon-shaped flames above him roared, no longer mere mana constructs but extensions of his very being, wild and alive. The ground beneath his feet was scorched and cracked, a testament to the pressure of his unleashed power.