The Void Storm Dragon’s long, snake-like body squeezed tighter around Chris, its rough, storm-charged scales scraping against his skin like sharp black stones wrapped in crackling electricity. Lightning burst out in blinding flashes, burning his flesh with white-hot agony.
The air reeked of ozone and burnt hair.
Razor-sharp wind blades whistled relentlessly through the air, slicing shallow but painful wounds across his arms, chest, and thighs. Fresh, warm blood flowed freely, mixing with the old river mud still caked on his torn robe.
Pain exploded through every nerve in his body, but Chris gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with raw, unyielding defiance.
"Trying to kill me? Try harder!" he thundered, his eyes glowing faintly as his aura flared outward like a golden storm.
[Undying C
