The ground beneath his feet melted into a glass like deformation. His body was pushed back inch by inch as he forced himself to hold position, blade embedded into the earth for stability.
For a brief instant, the entire battlefield seemed to hold its breath.
The dragon's breath roared like the judgment of the world itself, pressing against him with a force that threatened to erase everything behind him. His arms trembled. His knees nearly buckled. Yet he did not retreat.
Reinhardt watched his other self give it his all. He knew exactly what would happen if he moved even a single step. The beam would pass through him and claim the lives of his allies.
The scales of the dragon flared with violent light. The beast poured everything it had into the breath. The blast grew denser, hotter, and more merciless by the second.
