I don't know what breaking feels like until the moment the twin dragons circle above us, spiraling in a perfect black-and-white loop like some twisted, mocking yin and yang.
They move with ease, with grace, with the kind of predatory calm only monsters at the top of the world can afford. Meanwhile, the rest of us… we're barely alive.
Their wings blot out the sky.
Their shadows swallow what little hope we had left.
Then they dive.
One moment there's wind, cold, sharp. The next, screams.
I watch one player get snatched clean off the ground. The dragon's jaws close with a crunch. Blood sprays like rain. Someone else is split in half. Someone else disappears into flames. Their HP bars vanish faster than I can blink.
I want to run forward, but my legs don't move.
Leonhart's body feels like a broken shell barely containing me. My muscles scream. My mind is fogging. Everything hurts.
