A second blast followed the first, with the original being crafted, unnatural, staged in a sense for the dark magic to react and retaliate against the prince and princesses’ efforts. The second blast was from the natural depths of the volcano, stirred and awakened by the chaotic forces unfolding above it. With that seal broken, with the T.I.T.A.N. facility destroyed, nothing could stop the eruption from spewing forth upon the world, into the air, and burning it all.
The eruption of fire and smoke, of melting-hot magma and flying volcanic rock created a whirlwind of chaos and power. Nearby creatures flew away from the oncoming smoke cloud and the ravaging chunks of mountain and magma shooting off across the sky. With trails of fire blasting off from the flaming, melting peak, the ocean of lava in the heart of the volcano thrashed and warred against the eruption. In the end, the eruption won.
The living fire and molten rock rose up with its talons leading, slamming against the side of the mountain to slowly, wearily lift itself up. It cried out in a way that did not resemble that of a volcano. It cried out in distress, in pain, in awakening torment with a guttural shriek resembling only that of a monster.
A Titan.
Countless armies watched on in awestruck terror. The occupants of the Radiance fell into a deep, dark silence upon seeing the rising horns, the emerging beak, and hearing the low, trembling growls of the creature even from so far away.
And even from so far away, they witnessed Rodan awaken in full bloody, flaming glory. They saw his eyes flare open with a familiar infectious mist of Sombra’s dark magic coating them.