Smoke curled into the crimson sky.
The battlefield trembled from the fall of the colossal dragon, but it wasn't over.
Not yet.
Not while the beast still flailed.
Aamir hovered mid-air, his breath ragged, blue Chimera aura crackling around him. Below, the ground quaked again as the dragon roared, trying to push itself upright, bleeding but far from finished.
His lungs screamed for air. His wings of energy flickered under the immense pressure. Every nerve in his body trembled, but he didn't retreat. Below, the battlefield was a graveyard—and the dragon was trying to rise from it.
"Not yet," Aamir muttered under his breath. "You're not getting back up."
He clenched his fists tighter, forcing more energy into his Chimera state, ignoring the growing cracks along his aura shield. It was like trying to hold lightning with bare hands.
"It's trying to break free!" Riya shouted, her face pale but determined.
