Orson blinked. Wait... did that dragon just curse?
Apparently, the dragonkin had picked up more than just combat instincts—it had inherited the full vocabulary of his foul-mouthed Godslayer guildmates. It seemed no fight could start without a few choice words.
Flung through the air, Orson landed with a wry smile, stabilizing himself mid-air with Wind God's Sigh, the Supreme Arcane Blade glowing in his grip.
"A true dragon is a legend born of the stars," Noctherion sneered in Draconic. "You're nothing more than a bloodthirsty abomination."
Unshaken by the incoming Aeloria, the Starforged Dragonkin lashed out with razor-sharp claws and caught her left wing mid-flight.
"Sheesh... this thing hits hard," Orson muttered, his brows furrowed.
Aeloria's wing tore open with a violent spray of blood. She roared in pain.
Despite Aeloria's massive form—one of the largest in the entire Infinite Dimensions—she was clearly outmatched by the monstrous God-tier dragon before her.
