Just as the people in the Investigation Hall were considering who might fend off the attacks of the divine dragon, the sound of steel snapping interrupted everyone's plans for action.
Fafnir, who was preparing to attack others after bypassing his nephew's corpse, turned his neck in confusion to look behind him. He saw the entire form of the giant silver dragon statue turning crimson and beginning to crack. Realizing things had gone awry, he tried to turn around, but it was too late. The head of Salafam was the first to shatter, and from the open dragon mouth spewed out an astonishing Dragon Breath, roaring as it shot at Fafnir.
When Fafnir turned to retaliate, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back. Glancing sideways, he noticed the damn Golden-winged Roc had somehow disengaged from its fight with Pelidron, seizing the opportunity to dive from the sky, its talon-like claws fiercely digging into the muscles of his back and tearing away a large chunk of flesh.
