The Bone Dragon's skull filled Jack's vision, green flames burning as it glared at Jack. The skeletal construct radiated ancient malice, necromantic energy rolling off it in waves that made the air taste like rot and sulfur.
Jack's hand remained pressed against the dragon's skull, red lightning crackling from his palm into the bone.
The green flames flickered, dimmed, then blazed brighter in response.
The dragon's jaws began to open.
Deep within the skeletal throat, green fire gathered. Necrotic fire that would sear not just flesh but soul. The glow intensified, building pressure, preparing to unleash devastation at point-blank range.
Jack even bother to move.
He stood there, hand still on the dragon's skull, red eyes locked on those burning sockets, and waited.
The Bone Dragon's throat erupted.
Green fire exploded from its jaws in a torrent of corrupted flame. The blast engulfed Jack completely, a column of necrotic energy that would have incinerated most beings instantly.
