The Torch Dragon wrapped in black mist frenziedly traversed through the clouds.
Luna Sutton was suffocated, gripped tightly by the dragon's claws, unable to move, fearing she'd fall and be smashed into pulp.
Just then, nine strands of purplish-golden Fox Fire broke through the clouds, exploding into a splendid blaze in the night sky like a fiery canopy.
"Not a bad trick."
Mael Valerius wore a crazed smile, sweeping his dragon tail, shattering the fiery canopy in a fierce motion, dark gold vertical pupils reflected the white silhouette on the Flying Beast's back.
As the black mist collided with the purple fire, the entire sea of clouds was illuminated into an eerie dark purple.
Kian Sterling's Nine-Tails fluttered wildly in the wind like a banner, the silver threads at his fingertips suddenly went taut, his gaze fixed upon Luna Sutton protected under the dragon's body, his voice soft as water, "Luna, where is your Jade Whistle."
