"Velorith, you treasonous cur! Your carcass will hang from Lightning Cliff as a mark of eternal disgrace!"
Bairinador shrieked, voice cracking with rage. The imperial nobles stood dumbfounded—no one had expected the Lightning Dragon King to defect.
Tulikiki stepped forward, voice calm. "Velorith, cease this madness. The Emperor and the Archbishop will forgive this impulsive act."
"Spare me your sanctimonious drivel! You stood by while our kin were butchered—you're the true shame of the dragon race!"
Velorith roared, lightning snapping across her form. Her hair rose like a storm surge, body surging into berserk mode.
"You have been branded a heretic of the Empire," Aetrexa declared coldly.
"A dragon king doesn't bow to mortal decrees."
Velorith snarled and lunged at Aetrexa, blade of lightning crackling in hand.
Draconic Combat Art: Thunderflash Storm!
