My Sweetest Revenge: Sleeping with the Alpha King
Glowing, molten blood sprayed across Killian’s chest, but it only seemed to make his runes burn brighter.
"You think heat hurts me?" Killian roared at the remaining beasts, his voice a shockwave that made the magma lake ripple. "I am the sun!"
He launched himself into the pack. He was a blur of pure, devastating physical violence. He punched through heavy volcanic scales, ripped out glowing spines, and incinerated the wyrms from the inside out with his own, superior solar fire.
In less than sixty seconds, the edge of the lake was littered with twitching, cooling carcasses.