Makareth was completely unhinged, delirious with battle-lust. With a roar, he charged forward, scimitar in hand.
Arcs of light from his blade flashes took out one of the thunder dragons, but the other two were already on him, their reactions lightning-fast, their movements savage.
A dragon's tail lashed out like a whip.
CRACK!
The blow slammed into the Demon's body with the sickening sound of crunching bone and tearing flesh. Before he could recover, crackling thunder exploded around him as one of the dragons caught him in its massive jaws.
The shadow of death enveloped him. Pressure like a collapsing mountain squeezed him from all sides, and Demon Makareth let out a scream of pure agony.
Just as he was about to be crushed into paste, a magical light flared around his body. He vanished, reappearing on the floor of the floating palace in a heap.
