Thronton's bloodshot eyes locked onto Robert, his breath coming in ragged, primal gasps. His body was trembling with unbridled rage, the berserker state in full control. For a brief, heart-stopping moment, Robert felt as though he were about to face not only the mage, but the monstrous fury of his own ally.
Thronton roared and charged toward Robert, his massive fists clenched, ready to crush anything in his path.
But just as Thronton closed the distance, a sudden blast of heat cut through the air. A wave of fire erupted between them, forcing Thronton to stumble back, momentarily dazed. The source of the flames stood tall, his body glowing with an eerie, fiery light—the mage.