Draktharion's gaze sharpened, but then narrowed.
'Fire again?'
He was a dragon.
Only Atticus's fire had ever managed to hurt him.
This hellfire… didn't wound him.
But its effects were different. Draktharion felt it instantly.
His stamina plummeted. His will wavered.
Something clawed at his mind. A strange weight.
Viktor's hellfire was more than just fire, it attacked his stamina and will. He felt his will to fight dwindle.
Draktharion's expression darkened.
His chest expanded. Crimson veins pulsed across his body.
Smoke curled from his mouth.
And then;
ROAAAAARRRR!!!
A colossal torrent of dragonfire exploded from his maw, roaring toward Viktor like a tidal wave of molten death.
Viktor's eyes widened.
He crossed his arms in front of him and was engulfed.
BOOM!
The forest shattered. Trees disintegrated. The earth split.
Viktor was sent hurtling backward, crashing through trees, skidding across dirt.
Smoke and ash billowed high into the air.
But then…
