Bel's big purple claw cut through the space like a knife through fog. It tore at the dream-space, the Second Layer, ripping it apart.
Behind the claw, Bel's violet energy, impregnated with his Authority, rushed out, spreading fast like a wildfire on dry grass.
The Authority of Destruction had the property of annihilating others Authority, and the Layers were in fact Authorities themselves.
Thus, with his attack of pure Destruction, the whole place cracked and shook. The hazy walls, made of nothing but weird dream stuff, broke into bright sparks that faded away quickly.
Bel had pushed harder than ever, at least to the maximum an incomplete draconic form could do. His dragon body had turned into something different, more dragon than his normal draconic form, the real limit between the two forms.
