The wind twisted into the shape of a dragon, roaring as it lunged toward Azreal. Its spiraling form cut through the air, teeth bared and ready to devour him whole. But Azreal didn't flinch. His eyes glowed—a deep, haunting crimson.
Boom.
He caught it.
With both hands outstretched, he stopped the wind dragon mid-charge. The beast writhed in his grip, but its body began to tremble. Flames curled from Azreal's fingers, slithering like serpents over the wind dragon's body. In mere seconds, it was no longer a dragon of wind—but a blaze made real.
Azreal smirked. "Return to your master."
He hurled the flaming construct at Dragos.
Dragos' eyes widened. He barely leapt aside as the inferno shot past him, scorching the ground behind into molten ruin.
BOOM!!
The earth quaked from the impact. Dust flew everywhere. But Dragos didn't stop. Flames surged in his palms, dancing wildly, twisting into a whip. He slashed it toward Azreal.
SWISH!!
