Pieces of cold ice formations interlock, layer upon layer of ice formations form into giant snow-silver plates, flowing with a silver-like luster.
Thick lightning bolts struck down on these silver plates, with half of their power reflected away by the magic-created silver plates of Silver Dragon Chris, piercing through layers of dark clouds, reverberating and surging.
The remaining force of the thunderbolts shattered these silver frosty jade plates, leaving only slight sparks powerless against the magic shields raised by several Metal Dragons.
Meanwhile, the adult Bronze Dragon Natarili watched the descent of Ancestral Golden Dragon Erikson, the intense Dragon Breath already brewing in its mouth.
She shook her head and sighed helplessly, "Looks like we need to calm this Golden Dragon who only thinks of power, so we can have a proper conversation."
Natarili stretched out a claw, retrieving a round and tidy mirror from between the scales on her chest.
