A massive dome of poison erupted, swallowing everything for miles. The shockwave flattened the dunes, shattered nearby cliffs, and tore through the sky like a rippling wound. The Beast Lords threw up barrier after barrier, screaming as their defenses melted under the sheer corrosive force.
At the heart of it all, Damon stood unmoved. His clothes burned away, his skin glowing faintly with greenish black scales. There was also the obnoxious black egg stuck on his chest.
The broodmother's flames splashed harmlessly against him, her poison feeding his body rather than harming it. He had already integrated it into his body, and now it did not affect him.
The broodmother, on the other hand, shrieked and raged about, sending shockwaves in all directions. His poison was clearly superior, but not by that much. Or rather, it did not have the big impact it should have had.
