>>Draegon
Each time I struck, I could feel the resistance in Reagen's mutated flesh — thick, tar-like, nearly unbreakable. But not invincible. My claws raked through his side again, and he howled. Where steel failed, my fire did not.
With a roar, I summoned the blaze from deep in my chest — that ancient flame laced with draconic magic — and unleashed it in a torrent across his front.
The fire tore into his corrupted skin. It burned. It hurt him.
He reeled backward, arms raised to shield himself, his abyssal skin blistering and charring. His scream echoed like a thunderclap, but it wasn't pain alone — it was fury.
Desperation.
Good.
He slammed a fist into the ground, cracking the forest floor beneath us, and then lifted his head with a snarl that didn't belong to any man anymore.
"You think that little flame will stop me?" he growled. His voice was darker now — doubled. Twisted, "I am stronger than all those abyss monsters," He declared, "Even the giants!!"
And then…
