The sky tore into black clouds as Strax descended from the winds, his colossal demonic dragon form wreathed in dark flames. His wings spread across the sky, casting shadows over the raging ocean. The sound of each beat made the water tremble, as if even the sea feared his approach.
His crimson eyes burned with silent fury. He felt it.
He felt the echoes of chaos. He felt the weight of destruction that still permeated the air. But most of all, he felt them.
Frieren.
Kali.
Rogue.
Xyn.
Their auras were a beacon of pain amidst the darkness. But they didn't shine as brightly as before. They were unstable. Failing. Like flames on the brink of extinction.
"No..." His voice thundered through the wind, a muffled roar that sounded more like an earthquake than words. "Don't you dare..."
