The fight was turning out dire for both sides. On the ground, fighting against fell winds both the ice and fire dragons perished amid hail and cinder. The flames were fed and smothered again and again. Smoke drifted up into the maelstrom. Turning it thick and even darker than the storm had made it. Thesan couldn’t see his own sister anymore. He only saw her unique breath ripping through the enemy. Joined with flashes of red and frozen blue. If he had time, he would’ve worried. But he couldn’t, for a very angry god was catching up with him.

Lira, below, was dispatching her foes one by one. Her beam ripped through scales and flesh. Another ice dragon fell before her. With pride, she stood on its skull. Cracking beneath her weight. The Verzakian dragons she just saved made a bow worthy of a queen and proceeded to help their own kin. Lira couldn’t see it but the fighting on the ground was being won and even though she couldn’t see it, she did know it. It was getting harder and harder to find more ice dragons to kill. High above her, she saw the flashes that could’ve only come from the false god and her own brother doing battle. She did have the time to worry.

Thesan could only trust that his sister would do what she must. He knew he would. The hydra god was getting too close. It would catch him sooner rather than later. If it had to happen, then he preferred it to be on his own terms. So when Drakairos reached out for his wing, Thesan rolled over and let the claws dig into his chest. His scales, the strongest dragon scales in existence, shattered instantly. Letting the god’s claws dig in deep into him. Blood immediately poured out of the wound and caught fire as it touched the air. Thesan’s body reacted to the pain and hurt. He coughed up blood and spat it towards Drakairos’ frozen head. Still, for a dragon in the literal clutches of a god he looked rather happy to be there. [b]“I got you now.”[/b] He said with a sly grin before let out a deafening roar that echoed off the pass’ mountainous walls.

Dragons from the ground folded open their wings and were quickly dragged into the storm. Those in the air began to breathe their flames in random directions. Soon the whole storm turned into a tempest of fire. The clouds were glowing orange and a fierce fire tornado raged down upon the ground. The fire was so all-consuming you could hear the air being sucked in as the oxygen was consumed by the flame. From below even Lira joined her flame with it. In the middle of the firestorm was Drakairos clutching a bleeding, broken but satisfied Thesan. He looked enamored at the creation of his kin raging all around him now. A hundred flames joined together. Shame he couldn’t join but a sacrifice was needed to keep the Hydra God distracted.