"Today, you will die. That accursed Alcott shall follow you soon," Xaviin growled, eldritch flames bursting between his bones.
"No one will die," Arad growled, strapping Serin to his stomach and glaring at Xaviin. "You won't get anywhere close to the city."
"And you think strapping a helpless child to your body will help you beat me? Such an ignorant hatchling daring to face the power of the dead?" Xaviin pointed his staff at Arad.
"I might be young, but this city has more terrifying monsters than me." He clenched his and lifted it above his shoulder.
CLING! The adamantine sword appeared in Arad's hand, engulfed with the same holy flame burning Arad.
Arad took a deep breath, pulling the sword back as scales emerged on his cheek. CLACK! His wings expanded in the blink of an eye. ZON! Arad disappeared and appeared behind Xaviin, swinging the sword down.
BAM! Xaviin flew away and swung his staff, pointing at Arad, [Earth Pillars]
