Zylus felt heavy, unmovable, all while being looked down upon by Victor, who stood just a couple of meters apart from him. At any moment, Victor would be able to strike Zylus down with his fists, maybe a certain technique, or something greater.
Though up until this point, Victor, or his abilities, have been unknown. All Zylus knew about him was that he was some Greater Scale Beast Dragon who looked over the world of Salem, which was what Victor took care of.
His true colors started to show: the individual he actually was, the person he had come to be. Sovereignty isn't just a title; it's Godhood, and Zylus understood that now better than anyone else. He had come to this realization through constant pain and suffering during this bout.
Though he tried his hardest to continue, he was still frozen, in one position, where he couldn't move.
"Come on!" Zylus yelled pathetically, "Move!"
