Tianlong uncoiled from his resting position, his large serpent body stretched into the darkness. As he moved. Cloud-like wisps of energy drifted around his serpentine body, and celestial pearls embedded along his spine pulsed with a white light.
The dragon's mane flowed like liquid. You could see the mana around his body, as it dripped off of him and into the graveyard. Despite having no wings, Tianlong lifted effortlessly from the ground, his massive body towering through the air as if gravity were merely a suggestion.
"Your companions will remain where they are," Tianlong declared, his voice resonating through the cavern. "This trial is yours alone, dragon-blood."
Grim stepped forward, his sword still crackling with azure energy. Fighting bone dragons was one thing—facing the brother of the Dragon Emperor was something else entirely.
"I accept your challenge," Grim said, raising his blade in a formal salute.
