The ancient dragon tore across the sky, wings unfurling with a deafening snap, death-infused flames cascading from its body.
But something was wrong, Damien felt it immediately. The Soulbrand, which had bound the two souls together, began fraying quicker than he anticipated. The twisted combination of souls wasn't just unraveling, it was rebelling.
The dragon's roar reverberated across the battlefield, filled with anguish and fury. Then, abruptly, its burning eyes snapped downward, fixing squarely onto Damien. Recognition and hatred burned fiercely within its gaze.
"You." it growled, its voice thunderous and resonant with ancient malice. "You dare taint my soul with such a weakling? You will die!"
