"Did you really think authority meant anything against me?" Shubh purred, her voice reverberating across existence. "I am beyond your rules, little dragon."
The Dragon King charged.
Their battle escalated.
Xel'Zirath's flames clashed against Shubh's abyssal void. His claws met her eldritch tendrils. His divine might struggled against her incomprehensible existence. Each impact tore through dimensions, sending shockwaves rippling across the cosmos.
The Dragon Continent suffered under their war.
Oceans evaporated. Mountains crumbled. The very sun trembled, caught between their clashing forces.
Yet, slowly… Xel'Zirath began to falter.
His flames dimmed. His movements grew sluggish.
Shubh's presence was devouring him.
"You fought well," she murmured, appearing behind him, her clawed hand pressing against the back of his head. "But you've lost."
With one final push, she slammed him into the ground.
