"Mmm… the rich smell of blood. It's always so intoxicating!" Makareth closed his eyes, taking a deep breath of the carnage-scented air drifting from the battlefield. "I can feel the Demon blood in my veins starting to boil, starting to rage!"
It was a hell of a rush.
"It's about to be over," Leonidas murmured, glancing at Makareth before looking to Orion.
Orion's gaze was fixed on the sky, focused entirely on Isabella and her colossal dragon. Just moments before, the colossal dragon had used a cloudbank to mask its presence, then seized the opportunity to drop vertically onto the red dragon's back.
A triumphant roar of a predator that had caught its prey echoed across the heavens.
The colossal dragon opened its terrifying maw, sparks flying from its teeth as it lunged for the red dragon's neck. At the same time, Isabella bravely leaped from her mount, plunging with her dragonlance aimed straight for the red dragon's eye—one of a dragon's most obvious weaknesses.
