Vauleth dove with terrifying speed, his massive body coiled in fury, molten light flickering across his scales. The Solar Dragon barely had time to raise its head before a new roar—deeper, heavier, and somehow layered—tore through the battlefield.
It wasn't just a Red Dragon's cry anymore.
The sound was jagged, discordant. It was like two dragons screaming in unison. One piercing and blazing, the other guttural and thunderous.
Kain's eyes widened.
A stream of breath poured from Vauleth's mouth—not the blazing inferno of a Red Dragon nor the seething acid of a Black Dragon. It was both.
A hybrid.
The hybrid flames were an unholy blend of blazing red-orange flames threaded with veins of sickly green and oily black tendrils
But this hybrid flame didn't dampen the effects of either dragon's breath. No. It strengthened the individual attributes of each flame.
