Zul'gor felt his breath hitch. He couldn't peel his eyes away from the grand chase. He had never seen anything like it before.
A thousand beings against a lone man! It was an epic sight. However, what frightened him the most was that the man atop the dragon wielded a long spear, and despite being surrounded, he fought back fiercely.
He didn't seem frightened in the slightest. His gaze was hardened and focused. All his attention was on escaping the powerful beings. The dragon beneath him let out deafening roars, exhaling waves of fire that turned the sky into a sea of flames.
But their enemies were relentless.
The armored warriors—divine beings whose strength surpassed mere mortals—continued their assault, their weapons shining with celestial power.
The battle raged on for what felt like an eternity.
Zul'gor watched as the dragon twisted and turned, its massive wings slicing through the air. Every movement shook the heavens, sending shockwaves across the valley.
