Brad watched the gilded pillars of his throne room crack and crumble under the searing heat. The Ash-Drake breathed a continuous stream of thermal fire across the courtyard to melt the premium statues Brad had purchased just last month before the exams.
He swiped his trembling hand across his digital interface to access his emergency evacuation protocol.
A glaring red prompt appeared over his vision.
[EMERGENCY RELOCATION PROTOCOL INITIATED.]
[WARNING: ABANDONING THE CAPITAL COMMAND SEAT INFLICTS A TOTAL TERRITORIAL PENALTY. FORFEIT REGION?]
Brad jammed his finger onto the confirmation rune. A cylinder of blue light enveloped his avatar. The system ripped him out of the collapsing palace right before the burning roof caved in.
He materialized on a wet stone platform surrounded by glowing green moss. Humidity clung to his digital skin while creeping vines twisted up the dark walls of a cavernous temple. Jax sat on a throne carved from a petrified swamp leviathan.
