The dragon's roar of pain and fury shook the very foundations of the pocket dimension. The snow-covered ground cracked and fissured, the tremors rippling outward from Malevolous's massive form.
Michael, hovering above, activated his X-ray vision just in time to see something extraordinary. Invisible waves of sound pulsed from the dragon's wounded eyes, bouncing off objects and Michael himself.
"Clever bastard," Michael muttered, realizing the dragon's strategy. Despite losing his sight, Malevolous was using echolocation to navigate and fight.
But that wasn't all. Michael's enhanced vision caught another detail - the dragon's eyes were slowly, almost imperceptibly, beginning to heal.
"Oh no, you don't," Michael growled, his resolve hardening. This was his chance to make the dragon pay for Rowena's suffering, and he wasn't about to let it slip away.
