The battle did not end when the dragon was wounded. That was merely where its consequences began.
The wound in its chest stayed open, blood continuing to spill into the surrounding chaos despite the enormous pressure its own existence exerted on reality, and the four-layered killing intent buried inside the injury had done more than damage flesh, soul, and will. It had reached into something that did not belong to the dragon alone. It had disturbed the fortune of the Dragon race itself.
