Cough—!
Clement's armor groaned under unbearable strain.
He spat a mouthful of blood as his knees slammed heavily onto the back of the Black Dragon.
ROAARR—!
The Sacred Black Dragon's deafening roar swept across the entire plaza.
Streams of darkness breath surged from its gaping maw, trying to scorch and tear through this oppressive domain.
However—
Its colossal body, covered in scales of steel-hard obsidian, was being ripped apart by invisible force.
Dragon scales, mixed with dark-golden blood, peeled off and rained down like a storm of molten shards.
Crimson cracks spread across its flesh, and the agony drove it to thrash violently. Dragon blood splattered across the sky in arcs of burning scarlet.
Was this creature a symbol of the Ordon Theocracy's divine might?
A living emblem of the eastern dominion's authority?
The embodiment of unquestionable supremacy?
A vessel of will that gazed down upon all creation?
The radiance no mortal dared to look upon?
