anxiously. His knuckles whi

ath's mind clear, waitin

d despite

look on its face right now."

ng no resistance, simply passed through Sabba

flinch, he wa

human. It roared in bloodcurdling rage. It expanded its senses, searching above, below

o trace of

en a figment of

hought, just before Sabbath descended from the sky a

y blade in it, as Jon would note.

d itself and he wielded it as though it had always been

itated. That presence - it reminded it of the other.

it again, fear so primal it

r down. All the lightning from the clouds gathered above, rea

id, his voice cutting through t

ith grace that defied the storm's violence. A flicking motion was all it took, and dark bloo

had made landfall once again, this time, for g

teeth gritted. The strain was

gh of rel

oice sharp an

broken, followed suit, slower but no less determined. Moulding his Aura, he lifted the Drake with spectral Aura arms, hurlin

it

ing liquid into the water beneath the beast. He whispered a single word: "Dilatare." The ground beneath the drake shifted,

he Cumulodrake struggled, its massive for

o many contingency plans they might never have to use. The Drake reeled, its body battered from

en it

rattling sound th

d, its wounds barely reason

ds and destroying all its bounds. It roared, and the storm a

ipping from its wounds, b

hey had fought together

gains

had started. Its tail lashed out, bypassing Sabbath's defense, tearing h

fel

then

yes w

×

essed. He must've looked like easy prey for the Cumulodrake, for it had come to face him, its one good eye gleaming with predatory intelligence,

assing Sabby's defences, tearing his skin,

and cold. His vision blurred, the drake's silhoue

going

ind remai

the fin

fice had led to this moment. The drake d

een across the island. While the team fought, Sabbath had set the stage. He could summon components of the game, in bits, like he had done earlier; crea

its rules on any targets of his choice. Doing so was a major strain

with a plan to sever the Drake's connection to th

ren't just decoys - they were catalysts,

ion to the others, Sabbath's l

ls without taking

tened. And then, with a sound like shattering glass, the storm

ts power ebbing with t

g beneath him. His voice was a whisper,

ckma