BOOM.
The impact was like the end of the world.
The wall shattered into dust.
The blast wave flattened the nearby terrain.
Flames erupted in all directions and carved glowing lines into the cavern floor.
The dragon's body recoiled.
Two of its heads were thrown to the side, their stone faces cracked and burning.
In the middle of its chest, a hole had opened.
A smoldering cavity marked the point where the shovel had struck.
Violet flame still ate at the fused earth there.
Earth let out a painful roar.
Draeven was already mid-leap.
His eyes locked on the burning wound.
His hand stretched out to catch the returning shovel as it curved back through the air like a falling star.
The Earth Dragon staggered.
Its six heads thrashed in agony as the purple fire spread like a curse.
The hole in its chest widened.
Deep inside, Earth felt his core, the relic buried within him, resisting the flame's corrosion, but only barely.
The two powers clashed inside him like storms.
