The mountains of Ashkarath shook under a crimson sky. Smoke and ash churned as rivers of molten rock cut valleys through blackened earth. Here, the screams of the damned were said to echo eternally — for this was the domain of Xyrris the Devourer, a demon-blooded berserker, feared by mortals and immortals alike.
Even the bravest warriors avoided these lands. But Sonar Von Draconia did not fear.
[Potential Executioner Detected: Xyrris the Devourer – Title: “The Crimson Tide.”]
[Evaluation: Loyalty Achieved Through Domination.]
Veyra, Korrak, Seraphis, Nyssara, Draven, and Kaelen followed Sonar silently. The Guide System humd softly.
[Warning: Extre lethality detected. Exercise caution.]
Sonar smiled. Perfect. I do not seek caution.
At the edge of a molten crater, a massive figure roared into the sky. Horns curved like scythes, muscles bulging like molten rock, eyes burning a hellish red. Xyrris swung twin axes with a force that cleaved mountains. Every step scorched the ground beneath him, and every exhale brought fire.
“You trespass!” he bellowed, voice like grinding obsidian. “Mortals! Fools! You dare stand before ?”
Korrak stepped forward, fists ready, but Sonar held him back.
“This one is mine,” he whispered.
Xyrris swung his axes in a deadly arc. The ground trembled, and lava hissed where the weapons struck. Sonar did not dodge. Instead, he raised his hands, black fire dancing and coiling around him like living serpents.
“You are chaos,” Sonar said, voice steady. “I am inevitability. Let temper your fury… and turn it toward the world.”
The demon laughed, a sound like molten tal tearing steel. “A mortal? Co to ta ? I will burn your cities, devour your armies, and feast on your bones!”
“Then burn,” Sonar said calmly. “And when the world is ash, I will stand. And you… will kneel or die.”
Xyrris lunged. Flas roared and axes swung, yet Sonar moved with precision, countering every strike with shadows that seared and disintegrated molten stone. Veyra, Nyssara, and Draven assisted, using speed and stealth to strike at weak points. Even Kaelen’s necromantic undead rose to block and distract.
But it was Sonar who ended it. With a surge of black fire, he engulfed Xyrris entirely, testing his limits. The demon bellowed, clawing at the flas, trying to tear the fire apart. And yet… he did not flee.
“Enough,” Sonar whispered, stepping from the shadows. “Your fury is unmatched. Join , or be extinguished.”
The demon stared, molten breath faltering, eyes narrowing. Slowly, he dropped to one knee, molten blood dripping from his horns.
“I am Xyrris the Devourer,” he growled. “My rage… my axes… my fire… are yours to command, Sovereign. Betray , and I will lt your empire. But lead , and the world shall drown in fla.”
Sonar’s hand extended. Xyrris placed his clawed hand upon it, and the Guide System confird:
[Recruitnt Complete: Xyrris the Devourer – The Crimson Tide.]
[Seventh Executioner Acquired.]
Seven shadows now stood behind Sonar: the fang, the fist, the fallen star, the silent shadow, the dragon, the soul reaper, and the crimson tide.
The Draconic Executioners were nearly unstoppable.
And the kingdoms of the world would soon learn that rcy was dead, and Sonar Von Draconia had risen.
🔥 End of Chapter Eight.
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