>>Draegon
The sky cracked with thunder — not from weather, but from the sheer violence unfolding below.
My wings beat strong, slicing through the clouds, circling high above Reagen's monstrous, abyss-born form. The air stank of charred bark and oozing rot. Beneath me, his bloated body hunched and glimmered with shadows made solid — an abomination of tendrils and tar-like skin.
But I could see it.
The weakness I had worked to exposed.
Beneath the grotesque layers of flesh, embedded in the center of his back — half-glowing, half-pulsing — the core. Obsidian black, ringed with red veins that slithered across his body like roots searching for life. It shimmered like molten glass, corrupted and vile.
My wings snapped back, and I dove.
Faster than the wind. A shadow streaking through the sky.
I folded my claws in close, fire humming in my throat, and just as Reagen turned to track me with those abyss-filled eyes—
I struck.
