The resulting explosion was enough to knock the dragon back, forcing it to take to the sky. Once the dust finally cleared, Jarrod squinted his eyes to see if they had done any damage to the creature. He was met by a defeaning roar. A large hole was evidently seen on its armor, and the purplish energy that inhabited the interior of the beast began to leak out messily. There was no blood, flesh, or bone. Simply the energy that crackled as it hit the ground. Jarrod grimaced.

"Alright...that's a bit nasty."

Yggdrasil howled its pain towards the heavens before turning its burning gaze on the group.

[b]"You...will all burn! For denying...and rejecting...the truth!"[/b]

In a torrent of pure power, the great dragon began to slowly fade away, bringing with it the rest of the Anomalies and any other distortions to the world. But it wasn't dead. Far from it. It would be back.

Sighing in relief, Jarrod turned to his comrades. "So I guess...we won for now? Angelo, I believe that warrants us a few drinks, don't you think?"