The neck of the white dragon was lying on the ground and its one wing was moving under the action of its nerves. At the opposite point of its back, however, a bony protuberance swayed back and forth, as if the dragon demon's instincts were trying to sense the weight of the torn wing.
The cloud of dust caused by the dragon's fall took a few minutes to dissolve and allow Yoichi to observe his enemy on the ground.
Slowly, Yoichi's mind tried to take control over his body, breathing slowly and trying to disable Kenji's power. All of the young tamer's senses had increased: his eyes were bloodshot, increasing the effectiveness of his gaze; his nose continued to inhale every scent with accuracy, picking up the blood of his enemy and even the smell of Therion, much further away from the arena.
