A red orb surrounded the old man, deflecting the blue and yellow bursts of energy sent his way.
"You shouldn't attempt to do more than your fate deems, child. Why would you--- GAH!!"
The sharp pain in his leg snapped his attention. A sharp spike had penetrated his left thigh, which was now streaking with red blood... He slowly lowered his altitude as he recovered.
"Now you see... You've forced me to defend myself..."
Black lightning thundered around. The sky grew dim. The ice below began to crack...
His posture straightened as he brought his arms to his side, his cape blowing in the intense wind. Color returned to his decrepit face, his eyes glowing a bright crimson.
He addressed Haraldur in the voice of Melkoth:
"I have been destroyed many times, my son. Each time I learn from my mistakes. Each time I become stronger... Each time I become closer... No matter the outcome, this is a victory for me..."
A blinding flash glazed the eyes of all those present. As it faded, the outline of a scaly black dragon became apparent...
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The lieutenant's armor began to clang as it shook.
"W-What's th-that...?!"
Draven leaned far over the deck of the airship in disbelief, his breath fuming from the cold climate.
"That brazen fool... He let loose another one!!"
He turned around, his new cape flowing with the motion as he clenched his fist.
"He'll try to absorb it just like last time. And those idiots are just going to stand around and watch!"
He flipped around again and pointed at the spectacle in the distance.
"GO! Kill Ragnar!! Kill that dragon!! And kill any who stand in your way!!"
The force of nearly 25,000 wyvern riders, many of them atop advanced forms of the species, along with several hundred dark dragons, began to make a wide circle and surround the crater, with Draven's airship at the lead.