Jolthar gripped his blade tightly as his beast king power, wild and untamed, began to pulse beneath his skin.
The dragon sensed the shift in power, its ancient instincts recognizing the primal energy of the Beast King. It hesitated, massive head tilting in what almost looked like confusion.
Jolthar wanted to see if his beast king power had any sway over the massive beast, and it seemed like it did.
Jolthar seized the moment.
He launched himself toward the beast with inhuman speed. He was using his telekinetic ability to fly in the air. It was his first time using it, but he flew with such accuracy.
And he was not just flying; he was holding his long blade, Knashii, and he swung the sword. Knashii sang through the air, trailing silver-coloured traces of energy along its edges, evidence of the voidwrath power as it struck the junction between two massive scales on the dragon's foreleg.
The blade bit deep, dark blood spraying outward.
