Dragoth no longer appeared sane. He looked more like a wild beast.
Staring at Ser Alon, who wielded his golden sword and surrounded himself with radiant light, Dragoth began to hallucinate.
He no longer saw Alon.
He saw a different man ... a figure from his past, who once wielded a black sword and radiated with overwhelming starlight.
The man who had once defeated him.
And with that memory, Dragoth's rage multiplied exponentially.
With a roar, he lunged at Ser Alon, tearing through the skies with terrifying speed.
In response, at light-speed, Ser Alon surged forward, colliding with him as a titanic clash of auras erupted in the heavens.
"What kind of monster are you?!"
He shouted, launching blow after blow.
Alon's sword clashed with Dragoth's fists.
The exchange was blisteringly fast—so fast it left hundreds of afterimages across the sky as they both unleashed shockwaves that shattered the clouds.
The Iron Emperor wielded light.
