Skytianeus extended his hand and slightly curled his fingers, his palm aimed at the clear, pristine sky above his head. The only reason no cloud drifted overhead was that he had dragged the Dragon Empress far above them himself. And now, he had fought her long enough to realize that only a single ultimate move could truly finally end this battle.
"Behold the power of the Sky Dragons—the power even your ancestors once feared, Your Majesty!" Skytianeus shouted as mana swirled around his hand, which hardened into a porcelain claw. "Skies Collide!"
