Until now the dragon and Karan had showed the power of the formless rank through their size and partially their regenerative abilities, they had showed the power of the titan-rank through their manifestation, be it that they had been enhanced by both their legend and their history, but now it seemed to assert itself, as if to show that, it too, was a tyrant, a being seen as closest to god, a being beyond what any mortal could feel, and that was what it had put within this roar, shaking the whole world, the continent starting to shake, causing seismic events all over this part of the planet's crust, causing even Karan who was likely able to do something similar, be it in another way, to halt and hold his ears from the sheer amount of power behind that sound.
But that sound, destroying countless villages, causing most older towers and many castles on the continent to collapse, causing the death of the very king Karan had fought to protect to a certain degree, as well as their pregnant wife and the child, nine months old, that he had cared for once before, protecting her on an escort, though he had not understood why he of all people had to be there, just as pathetically as many others on this field.
The king and queen, the daughter of the golden ones, the unborn child, the soldiers, the guards, the bakers, the maids, they all died being crushed by great stones of the castle, the bunker they were hiding under, caused by the great roar, the last attempt of a being closest to god, just as the battlefield closer to the two had been littered in countless craters, sometimes hundreds of feet wide, one or two even a thousand, littered with smashed bodies, corpses all around the edges, having turned into small mountains, filling the craters with thin layers of blood as they laid there, they had died through the earth's unwilling attack.
Even more so, that was not even what the dragon had truly intended with it's attack, an attack Karan seemed to have already expected, instantly jumping down from the great blade that splintered into pieces, just as the entirety of the frost in the entire battlefield, the frost in the surroundings of many hundred miles as well, being destroyed, the manifestations of both Karan and the dragon whose name he still did not know being completely destroyed, for good, or at least for as long as they needed to recover their power, it simply having been blocked by the dragon.
Still, for a moment, neither of the two could really damage the other, even their very healing being blocked, and the two just looking at each other, the dragon unwilling to risk attacking, the tiny man currently only able to evade with his skills, still watching the wing being regenerated, in some cases as fast as the eye could follow, be it that that did not mean much for a wound of that ridiculous size, and be it that he had already found an idea, the next step he could take, courtesy of the countless weapons now littered around the dragon, gifted by the various corpses of this place, and af-
"What is your name, opposer of the great white?" the dragon's thunder-like voice resounded, filling the battlefield with cold as it's breath spread out, turning the blood of some close corpses directly into ice, but not nearly enough to even harm Karan right now, the very same Karan that saw no reason in not talking to distract each other.
"My name is Karan, hero of Korinja, the apostle of the god of blades." he uttered, almost annoyed, but hiding it fairly well, be it that he did let his intent slip slightly on purpose, even if just to make clear he really didn't like the majestic creature towering a thousand feet above him as an arrogant, god-like, being.
After all, Karan had not yet used the power of a tyrant himself, and his power as that would probably be what he needed the most right now, that he, grinning brightly, was sure off, blood slowly dripping down his hand, him not even having realized back when he had been hurt, or even how he had been hurt, not even caring either.
The dragon made it's long neck rise high, imposing himself even further, blocking out the light of which nobody could be completely certain where it was coming from and beginning to talk with a thunderous and annoyed voice, similar to how Karan had just talked.
"I am Shlakri, the apostle of the great white, the divine beast of her who devours the frozen souls, the bringer of despair for countless worlds, I have arrived here to welcome you to the endless great white expanse of her majes-"
"So you serve a god..."
"Indeed, mortal, just as you are currently doing, I serve a god, I serve a great one, I serve Shralika, the great white goddess of the winter's famine, the bringer of hunger, the destroyer of homes and families, the separator of parent and child, her who dies wolves in colour and makes them hut the red on the world's curtain, I am the servant of such a being."
"Probably shouldn't be talking, but if you are that proud of being a servant, then I would be quite content for your wife, " he said, with a devilish grin.
"I ate my wife when I joined the great white." the dragon claimed, beginning to move quickly as both of them felt the world change, and their manifestation return, his wings starting to heal even faster than before, Karan finally calling for the weapons under the great being to heed his command, to change in size and shape, to become more than they were first made by the blacksmiths, by smiths of the sword, even the single kitchen knife that had been lost in there, easily distinguishable for him, his eyes closed as he heeded the call of the metal infused with the work from countless, mostly dead, people.
The perfect conditions for the defeat of the beast.