Draktharion twisted mid air, landing hard, claws digging into the soil.
'Tch… bastard…'
His Dragonfire raged around him. His claws lengthened further. His wings spread wide.
The echo didn't wait.
They launched toward each other.
Clashes exploded in a flurry of crimson fire and azure arcs.
Sparks flew. Trees were cleaved in half. Wind screamed.
As the island continued to fall, Aurora and Zoey tried to reach the core again.
But the island's swaying momentum kept pulling them back.
"Shit!" Aurora cursed, her voice filled with anger.
Still, Draktharion and the echo clashed again.
Crimson met azure.
Blade met claw.
Draktharion's eyes trembled.
'It's just an echo… yet I'm still getting pushed back…!'
Atticus's movements were fluid, insane. Every slash. Every dodge. Every twist, it was like he could predict every move.
Draktharion's rage boiled.
'I'll have to transform.'
