With a deafening blast, the Ice Breath struck Anthony's outstretched palm, transforming the battlefield into a frozen world of unbroken white.
The force was cataclysmic, yet Anthony did not budge. Not a single step backward. His second hand remained casually tucked in his pocket as he absorbed the Dragon's full power with nothing more than the bare skin of his palm.
The Dragon's eyes widened for a fraction of a second before narrowing into blazing slits of fury. Madness and pride swirled within his gaze as he channeled even greater torrents of chaos energy into the attack, the beam's intensity climbing to new heights.
The desert was consumed. The once-scorched sand hardened into jagged sheets of ice, each shard radiating an unnatural chill. The air itself seemed to crystallize, until even the fabric of space quivered, froze, splintered into fragments, only to stitch itself back together again beneath the weight of the Dragon's relentless assault.
