Cain's eyes narrowed as he used all his strength and speed to dodge the golden swords flying at him. But with their enhanced speed, they were simply too fast.
Before long, the dozens of golden swords were already upon the scarlet dragonborn. Cain's scales, sharper and more durable than most Middle-Legendary treasures, couldn't stop the swords from piercing his flesh. It didn't take long for trails of scarlet blood to stain the battlefield.
Anura's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched her swords tear through the scarlet dragon's formidable defenses. A cold smile curled on her lips when she noticed that the wounds left by the swords were tainted by golden energy, the same energy that filled the battlefield.
