"Vyaghra, you are still far from evolving into a Sacred Beast, but this battle will help you widen your horizon. Observe carefully."
"Yes, Master," Vyaghra said, but he had only just finished speaking when the third elder's attack arrived.
The Frozen Starsea above began to ripple like a real sea, glittering waves of ice rolling across the sky. From within them, sharp pillars of ice came raining down, each streaking through the air trailing a pale tail of light like a comet. Vyaghra tried to follow their paths with his eyes, but there were far too many to dodge. One of them pierced through Maximilian's wing, leaving a gaping hole, while another pierced his back just behind Vyaghra.
His crimson blood splattered as he began falling.
Bam!
His giant draconic body struck the flower garden. With a low growl, he pulled the ice spear out of his back, blood splattering along the motion.
