Eccar grinned wide as the first cluster of ice spears split the air around him. His body twisting and rolling with practiced grace.
He slipped through them like a hawk diving through branches, his brown scales flashing in the pale light as he darted between the frozen spears aimed at his head.
Krono moved differently. He was slower, calmer, and almost lazy. But every shift of his wings and slight tilt of his body was perfect.
The spears seemed to miss him by a breath, passing so close they left trails of frost across his glowing scales but none of it found their mark.
It was as if he already knew where they would fly before they were even formed.
Another storm of spears came screaming down. These spears looked sharper, denser, and faster than before.
The sky became a cage of ice, but they wove through it, two streaks of gold and brown carving paths between countless shards.
