Eccar and Aesa watched from behind as Erend attacked Zerathul like an unleashed catastrophe.
From within their full Dragon bodies, they felt it more than saw it. The way space screamed around Erend's attacks, the way Zerathul's dark power buckled under his brute force, sent violent tremors through their scales and wings.
Eccar's claws flexed instinctively as his wings beat harder. Earth and stone answered his pulse even here, fragments of shattered terrain rising and orbiting his massive body.
Aesa's ice surged in response, crawling along her crystalline scales as the air around her plunged sharply in temperature.
"He's attacking alone right now," Aesa's voice echoed through Eccar's mind, sharp with urgency. "He's pushing Zerathul back, but he's carrying everything himself."
"I know," Eccar answered, his mental tone rumbling like distant quakes. "That kind of pressure will tear even him apart if it keeps going."
