Ronarkatast threw five golden heads to the ground, stomping down on the still writhing body covered in golden scales, unleashing a scalding inferno, leaving nought of the ancient Dragonlord.
Three of the All-Draco's uncountable number of heads manifest a beam of compressed energy, annihilating the feathered serpent's undead form completely…
"It would seem that I haven't been Dragonlord for longer than all of you combined for nothing, heh? You are not weak, my friends. It is simply that there is only one lord amongst us right now"
The current Dragonlord turned his attention to the wingless wyrm, whose scales were black like soot, but with undertones of swamp-green. This one was the former ruler of Dragonnerie that Ronarkatast had had to face in combat before ascending to the throne.
