The dying god had nothing left to lose.
The dragon's body was fracturing, its soul-fire guttering like a candle in a hurricane, but it still had enough power left to take them all to hell with it.
It thrashed wildly, no strategy or calculation remaining, just pure berserker rage against the universe that had dared to kill it after centuries of immortality.
Its tail swept across the island like a wrecking ball made of ancient bone.
CRASH! The entrance to its lair collapsed entirely, tons of bone and stone crashing down in an avalanche of destruction. Its claws tore massive gouges in the ground, shredding the island's surface. Its head whipped back and forth, snapping at nothing, at everything, at the empty air itself.
Team Alpha ran. They had no choice left. No mana, no weapons, no strength. Nothing but legs and the desperate animal instinct to survive.
