Rexagon's sheer size made him an easy target.
The beams slammed into his broad chest, erupting in blinding white light as they struck his scales.
"AGGGRRHHHH!"
He roared in irritation.
It hurt.
Not enough to wound him seriously.
But enough.
These were anti-dragon weapons.
No kingdom would be foolish enough to lack them in a world ruled by dragons.
To the left of the battlefield, space rippled.
Several figures rose into the air.
Old elves.
Ancients who had secluded themselves within the Moonglades.
Each of them radiated the overwhelming presence of the Seventh Class.
Four stepped forward.
At their center, a glowing moon disc hovered, pulsing with ancient power.
"Do you think you can come here and do as you please in my Moonglades, you filthy lizard?" one of them said, his long white beard swaying.
"Leave your life behind," another added coldly.
At that moment, Kadelas arrived behind Rexagon, light trailing his form.
From another direction, silver radiance flashed.
