The battle above the ground raged like a storm with chaotic form. Fire and vines, roars and acnient godly wrath crashing across the ash-choked sky.
Eccar could feel the shockwave of Erend's clash with Thar'Zul-Vekar even from afar.
The air in this place start to warped, the force trembling through his wings and making the ground beneath him quake. Still, he didn't look back at them for now.
Instead, he crushed another falling Ent beneath his taloned feet, his claws bursting with Earth energy as he shattered its spine.
The towering creature shrieked before crumbling into a pile of smoldering bark and black sap. But Eccar wasn't thinking only about the battle anymore.
He was thinking about Erend. About the ancient god and about the history of his kind, the Dragonborn.
"You've always been this." That's what Thar'Zul-Vekar said before with clear tonee of Accusation, their bad memory, and trauma.
