"Worthy of being Tiamat's most loyal hound, you do have some power, but just this alone—it's not enough to defeat me!"
Cassius spread his wings and roared, the blazing sun behind him slowly moving towards Kazuul, bringing an overwhelming flame that dispersed the apocalyptic ashes covering the sky.
"Cassius, you are too young, and too arrogant," Kazuul's eyes glimmered, gazing at the Ashen Emperor with calm eyes, a thread of unhidden killing intent in his elongated pupils.
He wielded his dark dragon wings, the ashes released by the power of destruction surged across the sky like a flood, entangled with the blistering sun, continuously canceling and colliding with each other.
Under the confrontation of these two powers beyond scourges, the sky flickered intermittently, sometimes bursting with light, sometimes plunging into boundless darkness, as if being incessantly torn apart by these two giant beasts.
