The mountain burned blue.
Waves of azure fire crawled up its blackened slopes, filling up the sky.
An army of cyclops ran wild. One-eyed giants, each over three meters tall, running like beasts through the scorched terrain, their massive clubs smashing rocks, walls, and each other in a frenzy of confusion.
Then it came.
A wave of blue fire rolled over them like a tidal wave. Roaring, spiraling flame that devoured everything in its path.
And above it all, standing tall on the peak, Bel landed.
In his hybrid form, his tail curling, his eyes glowing. He didn't move, watching the burning cemetery beneath, then forward.
A tremor.
Something huge was walking through the flames in the distance.
A massive Cyclops, with four arms thick like towers. It moved with heavy steps, each shaking the stone.
Bigger than the others, but slower.
An easy target.
Bel narrowed his eyes.
He took a deep breath. The air shifted.
