The shadow dragon closed in on the elder dragon, its molten ruby eyes burning with a fierce blend of triumph and malice. The cloaked figure atop it thrust a hand forward, causing the shadow dragon's form to solidify further, its claws stretching into wicked, obsidian blades of terror. It towered over the weakened elder dragon, its presence so overwhelming that the very air seemed to congeal into suffocating lead.
With both hands poised high, it prepared to deliver a cataclysmic strike aimed directly at the elder dragon's vitals. The shadow dragon and its rider were engulfed in their assured victory, their overconfidence blinding them to the rapid approach of an unexpected challenger.
