The drake's battle with the second licaolf had taken to the air—or what limited space there was of it in the stable's confines. The beast proved capable of defying gravity almost as well as the drake. It moved swiftly.
The drake matched its movements with surprising agility for its size, its tail and wings working in perfect harmony to keep it manoeuvrable in the restricted space.
Jolthar's knashii finally found its mark, opening a gash along his licaolf's flank. Instead of blood, purple-coloured liquid poured from the wound, coalescing into writhing tendrils that tried to ensnare the young warrior.
But the voidwrath power protected against such darkness.
The strange tendrils dissipated where they touched the silver void energy surrounding him, unable to penetrate his defence.
