At his almost desperate roar, Aestrea sighed, almost bored, and raised his leg again.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
He stomped down repeatedly on the dragon's head, each kick landing with casual, overwhelming power.
Dark golden blood splattered with every impact.
The dragon's roars turned into pained, humiliated bellows as its face was ground deeper into the shattered stone.
"Stay down," Aestrea ordered calmly, as if speaking to a misbehaving dog.
"You're embarrassing yourself."
The Primordial Chaos Divine Dragon, feared across the cosmos, was being physically and verbally humiliated by a single man standing on its head.
It tried one last desperate attack, gathering all its power to unleash a point-blank void breath directly upward.
But Aestrea simply stepped on its snout, forcing its mouth shut mid-charge.
BOOM!
The contained explosion went off inside the dragon's own mouth. Smoke and blood leaked from between its teeth as it choked and convulsed in agony.
