The ground was still trembling from the last impact when a new shadow cut across the smoke.
The fresh black dragon launched up toward Raven, its massive frame blotting out what little light bled through the ruined sky.
Its molten eyes blazed, and its voice thundered across the wasteland like a funeral bell. "I am the dragon of death. And death is not something I fear."
That voice made it clear that this black dragon wasn't just a lookalike, but the same.
The next instant, its throat flared, mana collapsing into a singularity of annihilation. This time, the breath wasn't wild. It was focused, a spear of pure extinction.
Raven's instincts screamed.
"That one's not just going to burn…" he muttered, molten cracks racing across his chest.
The last attack was stopped mostly because of his dragonic scales, and the most it had done was burn his scales, which regenerated quite quickly.
