Zorath, the Bloodclaw

"It seems like you really angered one of the more powerful Draknars… lol…" Frostella giggled cheekily before plopping her plump breasts over Romulus's head.

He sighed before watching the massive ball of fire condense mid-flight and transform into an arrow that moved tens of thousands of times the speed of sound. It still melted the surroundings, just like before, but it did so at a much quicker pace. In fact, nobody was even able to see it pass overhead before it burned a molten cylinder tunnel through the buildings for dozens of miles on end.

Hundreds of thousands of people were visibly melted and turned to ash, yet there was absolutely nothing anyone in the city could do to stop it. After all, it was the signature attack of one of the Five Grand Draknar Generals.

Zorath — The Bloodclaw!