Blood trickled from Stella's mouth, hot and bitter, contrasting with the brutal cold the Blue Dragon spread through the air. Its wind wings fluttered, fragile, nearly falling apart under the weight of its own exhaustion. Even so, her eyes burned, inflamed by a force she herself didn't understand.
The dragon's roar split the sky again. It was an ancient, deep sound, as if carrying the weight of entire eons. The crimson clouds dissolved and condensed again with the mere echo of the creature.
"Damn it… he's still in one piece…," Stella thought, barely able to stay afloat. Her fingers trembled, her breath felt like fire in her lungs. But she couldn't retreat. Not now.
The Blue Dragon lifted its wings once more. The movement alone generated a gale so intense it ripped off entire chunks of the floating rock formations of hell. Huge fragments of stone were ripped from the ground and thrown into the sky, as if the world were being dismantled by the mere presence of that being.
