The miasma that was oozing uncontrollably from around Onyx's body became thicker and the great dragon now looked almost like a shadow that had emerged from the lowest depths of hell itself. Gav on the other hand had started to lose the darkness that had been shrouding him a while ago bit by bit.
It was as if Onyx had devoured all his darkness by now. The beam of dark magic that initially was coming from Gav's palm slowly thinned out and Onyx roared mightily, spreading out his majestic wings, and the shadow it cast on the ground was dark and threatening.
"My Queen!" Zirrus' voice echoed out. "The dragon! Aim for the dragon!"
