Khael flexed his hand, the air distorting around it.
"You said you wanted to see which side breaks the world first, right?"
His gaze sharpened like a blade.
"Let's see how your void holds against a dragon's wrath."
Kero swung his blade, sending a barrage of shade-wind slashes spiraling forward each one tearing through the ruins like storms of ink. But Khael didn't flinch. His wings flicked once, and the sky itself bent.
The slashes shattered erased under the sheer density of his aura.
Khael was gone in a blink.
Boom!
Kero's body cratered into the ground, his blade barely blocking a follow-up strike that shook the entire field.
Khael's voice thundered above him:
"This is no longer your fight, Shadeborn."
He drew back his hand runic energy spiraling around his palm like a vortex.
"This is between your darkness."
He slammed his palm forward, the world roaring as light exploded outward.
"and my flame."
The Dragonite Form roared to life.
