The Fate Dragon surged forward along the arc of Sylas' swing, its immense black body coiling through the skies as though the stroke of the fused scythe and brush had become a path carved specifically for it.
Void-dark scales swallowed the surrounding light, only allowing faint traces of emerald and gold to run along their edges, while its sweeping horns, clawed limbs, and long strands of condensed Will trailing from its maw gave the impression of something that had crawled out of the deepest layers of existence.
The World Serpent roared as their Wills collided, its enormous body still trying to force itself through the cracked portal while the weight of its bloodline spread outward like a world descending onto another. For an instant, the two creatures seemed locked together, ancient lineage pressing against something that shouldn't have possessed anywhere near enough history to resist it, then the Fate Dragon's coils tightened and its head drove forward again.
