"Nah, this isn't good," Lyra muttered under her breath, her massive chest heaving as she steadied herself. The Divine Dragon King hovered above, his enormous wings blotting out the stars. "He's actually pretty fast. Even for a Divine Dragon King… with that colossal body, he's still faster than me."
Her bloody maw curled into a grimace. "If I don't use my main skill, I won't win. I have to focus every strike—make sure it hits only him, not the forest. I can't risk innocent lives."
Her gaze flicked briefly toward the horizon. The night was already heavy and dark, moonlight glinting off her scaled form. "It's late already… I wonder what Master is doing right now. No—I need to finish this quickly, and then return to him."
Beating her great wings, Lyra rose back into the sky. The Divine Dragon King's molten eyes locked onto hers. They hovered there for a long breath, staring each other down, two divine forces bracing for devastation.
