Strax felt something strange inside him, an instinct that screamed to kill and completely destroy his enemy.
The ground beneath his feet burned, cracking with every step, as if the world rejected his presence in that state.
Zani roared in his hands, hungry at the sight of a powerful dragon. It wasn't just for the blood she would spill, she wanted to tear apart, destroy, extinguish that dragon in front of her. For the raw essence of a Dragon Slayer sword. The sword was no longer a weapon. It was an extension of her rage, shaped by hatred and the promise of annihilation.
Scarlet held Ouroboros and Tiamat by her side, trying to help them recover after the impact Scathach had caused on their bodies, but the eyes of both women no longer reflected only pain... all three of them wanted to nurture the same kind of fury as Strax.
An anger that burned hotter than any flame. They were wounded, but not defeated. And, above all, they were not willing to leave.
