Ruin lay all around them.
Two beasts, both abominable in power and appearance, were wounded to the point of near death.
But there was one standing above the other.
A large black dragon that seemed to have multiple heads in origin, but a few seemed to have been ripped or bitten off.
There were an egregious number of holes in his chest and torso, and even one of his arms was missing.
But he had done it.
The wounded dragon let out a single, defining roar that traveled through even parallel universes.
His greatest victory achieved, the creature finally plunged it's remaining heads into it's fallen enemy's chest, swallowing it's heart and obliterating it's soul from existence.
But the being's memories and knowledge were absorbed by the dragon.
There was so much hatred and insanity, but beneath that mess there was knowledge.
So much knowledge that it made the victorious dragon's head spin.
