Zerathul saw Erend coming. Lightning coiled around Erend's Dragon body, braided tightly with fire and water, the three forces rotating in violent harmony.
His Lightning Dragon body shined brighter with every beat of his wings, pressure rolling outward from him like a gathering storm.
Zerathul's fury deepened and beneath it, something worse took hold. More fear.
His fractured eyes locked onto Erend as the realization struck him all at once. The balance had tipped. The rhythm of the battle no longer belonged to him.
"I have to do something," Zerathul thought, with panic scraping against his mind.
But the battlefield offered him no mercy.
From above and the flanks, Eccar and Aesa never relented. Earth-shattering blows and freezing arcs of power struck in relentless coordination.
Below and around him, King Gulben and the others continued their assault, Magic attacks of various kinds crashing into his defenses in layered waves.
Zerathul calculated desperately.
