ROAR!!!
A deafening cry echoed through the city's farthest reaches, a regal bellow that shattered the skies and shook the streets. It marked the arrival of a tyrant cloaked in lightning, a crowned beast of destruction summoned by none other than Eric Aldaman.
High above the collapsing rooftop, Hector braced himself. Channeling every ounce of his mana, he began sculpting his own retaliation. As the black tiger descended, wreathed in crackling voltage and malevolent fury, Hector's response took the form not of instinct, but of artistry.
Born from sheer will and shaped by unyielding imagination, an Ice dragon emerged.
It rose from the fractured tiles beneath his feet, conjured from the densest ice mana he could muster. This was no replica of ancient lore, nor a mimicry of draconic heritage. No, this creature existed purely in Hector's mind, a fake born of rivalry, crafted to challenge the very embodiment of Eric's tempest.
