Deep within the volcanic lands of Magnarion, a stifling heat reigned. Streams of lava flowed slowly through cracks in the ground, illuminating the cavern where Magmor, the Lord of Magma, stood. His piercing gaze watched the molten flow, feeling every tremor beneath his feet like a familiar vibration. But today, the whispers of the earth had changed. Something greater, more powerful, was preparing to emerge.
Magmor, a colossal figure draped in molten rock, rose from his stone throne with a deep rumble. The throne room of Magnarion, carved within a volcano, was an ancient sanctuary, adorned with carvings depicting the battles of the fire lords. Around him, stalactites of molten rock dripped into pools of ever-moving lava. The air itself seemed to vibrate with the intensity of the heat.
His eyes, burning like embers, turned toward the heart of the mountain. For millennia, he had watched over these lands, preserving the balance of the flames, but today, the magma was rumbling in a way he had never experienced. A shiver of excitement ran through his massive frame. He knew the awakening of the elemental forces was near, and with it, the chaos he had long awaited.
Without a word, he grasped Heart of Vulcan, his legendary hammer, an ancient weapon forged in the very bowels of the earth. The burning energy pulsing through the metal seemed to vibrate in harmony with the ground. He knew the other elemental lords had felt the call. Empress Fulmina, with her lightning strikes, would undoubtedly know what was brewing. But Magmor was not one to wait.
With a simple gesture, he summoned his loyal lieutenant, Argos, a massive creature, part lava and part stone, whose skin oozed molten rock.
— Argos, gather the warriors of fire. The time is approaching. We must be ready to enter the battle. Let all the fire lords stand prepared for war.
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Argos bowed his head, his glowing eyes gleaming with a predatory light. He retreated without a word, leaving smoldering footprints behind. Magmor watched him leave, then turned his attention back to the bubbling magma. He felt the breath of the ancient fire gods, and their whispers promised a power beyond imagination.
FULMINA, QUEEN OF LIGHTNING
Meanwhile, in the capital of the kingdom of lightning, Fulmina, Empress of Lightning, stood in her palace. From the heights of the city of Zephiria, a metropolis perched among the clouds and constantly lit by lightning, Fulmina surveyed the skies. Her long silver hair floated in the electrically charged air, and her piercing gaze scanned the horizon.
There was a strange tension. The clouds were swirling faster than usual, and lightning relentlessly struck the surrounding peaks. Lysara, the Priestess of Storms, had sent her a warning. The magma was stirring beneath Magnarion. And if Magmor was preparing for war, then the elements were about to collide.
Fulmina turned to her lieutenant, Khalon, a master of lightning. His eyes shone with determined readiness.
— Khalon, it's time to recall the Guardians of Lightning. The fire lords won't remain inactive. If the magma is awakening, we must be ready to defend our lands.
Khalon nodded, striking his fist to his chest in a sign of loyalty.
— As you command, Empress.
Fulmina, in turn, grasped L’Aiguillon des Tempêtes, her legendary spear, and spun it in the air. Lightning instantly burst from the tip of the weapon, illuminating the throne room with a dazzling light. She knew this battle would not be a simple quarrel between elements. Something deeper was brewing, a force even she did not yet understand. But she was ready to face whatever was on the horizon.
She lifted her eyes to the raging skies and whispered:
— Let the storms strike. I am ready.
In the shadows of the realms, far from the gaze of the elemental peoples, another force was at work. Forgotten beings, lurking in the abysses of time, were awaiting their moment. Their awakening was near. And with it, the end of the balance of the elements.