*Axureon*
Pyroth descended from the storm-dark heavens like the harbinger of desolation itself. Even from my twisted angle, I could see his crimson eyes burned like summoned hellfire.
“Axureon!” Pyroth raged, the back of his throat lit like a lantern held by the reaper himself.
I reached out, lassoing his upper body with my arms and using Pyroth’s own tremendous force against him as he plunged toward me. I flipped him over. Using every ounce of my might, I slung him downward toward a craggy outcrop of rock.
In that split-second, he showed his vulnerable, charcoal-gray chest to me. I summoned my dragon fire and blew a scorching ray right at the center.
“Do you think your weak embers will stop me?” His deep voice reverberated, recovering with his wings and taking my flames straight on.
