The monster lunged, its axe raised high over its horned head.
Drahon didn't move. He was simply calculating his next move in that split second. He tightened his grip on the harness and shouted:
[DRACONIC ROAR!]
The Fire Dragon understood. Its chest swelled as it opened its jaws wide and—
ROAR!
A cone of fire erupted, blazing red and orange with golden streaks. The roar cracked the air like lightning, and the flames that followed surged forward…
The goblin flying at Drahon was engulfed mid-air.
Instantly, it reduced to ash before hitting the ground.
Drahon shifted slightly on the dragon's back, steadying himself. He glanced around.
More goblins were leaping, snarling and diving through the air like they were weightless.
Too many.
A blur of shadow swept past him, it was Devon.
His Demon Dragon twisted through the air, turning sideways like a predator in flight. One flap of its wings and it shot forward like a missile.
