Hajack roared with all his power, generating a wave of energy that pushed the trio away, and then moved like a storm of fire and fury. His claws slashed with terrifying speed, each strike sharp enough to rend mountains. His wings snapped open and thrust forward like spears, stabbing through the air with crushing force, while flames bled from every wound across his body, coating the battlefield in an infernal blaze.
Vlad, Hazon, and Barkial fought with everything they had. Vlad darted across the field, teleporting in blurs of lightning, each strike of his sword warped by the laws of space itself. His blade would vanish from one angle and appear from another, carving rents in Hajack's flesh.
