The battle raged on.
Draco crouched low in the shadows at the cavern's edge, eyes narrowed as he observed the chaos.
The Water Dragons fought valiantly, weaving in and out of the crystalline lake, but it was clear they were faltering. Their waves crashed violently against the Plant Dragon's vines, yet each strike seemed to do little more than slow the intruder. The Plant Dragon's roots dug deep, drawing strength from the soil, while thorned tendrils lashed like whips, ripping through scales and sending sprays of blood across the bioluminescent flora.
'It's one against three… and still, the Plant Dragon is pushing them back.'
Draco's pulse quickened. The Water Dragons were fierce, no doubt, their every roar churning the lake into storms. But vines and roots answered with equal ferocity, each blow landing with bone-shaking impact.
The ground itself seemed to obey the Plant Dragon's will.
