As the dragon and Michael ascended higher into the sky, the world below appeared minuscule, mere dots in the vast expanse. Michael's mind raced, contemplating his options for combating the formidable skeletal beast. He realized that his dark swords would be insufficient against such a massive opponent, as the dragon's skeletal frame seemed impervious to their piercing strikes.
In a moment of clarity, Michael's hand instinctively reached for his ultimate weapon, the Doomsbringer. With a fierce determination, he summoned the ancient black warhammer, engraved with intricate runes that glowed with a sinister aura. Its formidable head, infused with an ancient ice core, promised the power to summon intense frost and unleash the wrath of doom upon his enemies.
