The aura of heat radiating with pride and greed exploded out of the giant dragon. A magical circuit formed in his mind as he fed mana into it. The next moment the aura around him ignited in bright orange flames, forming a sphere around the dragon.
The reaper faced the dragon, their body dwarfed by the mountain of armour and scales before them. The cold aura reeking of death and rot, pushed against the dragon's fiery aura. Bright flashes of magic were occasionally illuminating the black night sky above them.
The cold and hot auras kept pushing and bashing against each other, the air around them bending and distorting with sparks raining towards the ground. Vesuvius refused to relent, pumping more and more mana into his aura.
