The black sphere in Kale's hand grew larger and larger, pulsing with an ominous energy with its dark color even in the middle of the dark mist. In a matter of seconds, it expanded to the size of his palm, radiating a darkness so dense it seemed to swallow the dim light of the battlefield.
Erend's sharp Dragon eyes, now burning with crimson fire, pierced through the mist that had already dissipating because its burned by his power. He could see the sphere clearly — and with it, the imminent danger to him.
A primal instinct screamed in his mind.
"This is bad. Whatever that thing is, I can't allowed that to finish."
Without hesitation, Erend charged forward with combining his powers of fire and lightning in an explosive surge. With a single flap of his massive wings, he propelled himself like a comet, leaving a blazing trail of crackling red lightning and flames in his wake. The force of his movement sent shockwaves rippling across the ground.
