"Unleash your Breath, my children!" The colossal dragon restrained the corrupted angel, using its massive body to forcefully twist and pull the angel into the path of the dragon's Breath. The entangled energy exploded within its grasp, yet without flinching from the blast, Yemotar opened its jaws and bit into its own palm.
"I don't need your orders, old fool!" The eldest black dragon glided through the skies, pride swelling from the joy of a successful strike, prompting him to immediately retort against his father. Barely a few seconds of triumph passed when a warped figure suddenly appeared in front of him. Within moments, the massive dragon, tens of meters long, was swatted from the skies into black sludge by what appeared to be a meter-long, deceptively soft feathered wing.
