BOOOOOM!
The impact was apocalyptic.
The wall shattered into dust, the blast wave flattening the surrounding terrain. Flames erupted in all directions, carving glowing lines into the cavern floor.
The dragon's body recoiled, two of its heads thrown violently to the side, stone faces cracked and burning. From the center of its chest—a hole. A smoldering cavity where the shovel had struck dead-on, the violet flame still eating away at the fused earth.
Earth let out a painful roar.
And Draeven?
He was already mid-leap, eyes locked on the burning wound, hand outstretched to catch the returning shovel as it boomeranged back through the air like a falling star.
The Earth Dragon staggered, its six heads thrashing in agony as the purple fire spread like a curse.
The hole in its chest widened, and deep inside, Earth could feel it—his core, the relic buried within him, was resisting the flame's corrosion, but only barely.
