Just as it seemed like the unavoidable battle was about to begin, a figure descended in a flash from the night sky and landed messily inside the pavilion.
The structure shook violently, and the ground started to crack, spreading to the corners and blasting dust into the air.
Followed by a sweep of air, which instantly swept away all the dust, revealing a figure standing between Adriana and Elma, the dryad, pointing a golden sword with white patterns at the dryad.
His wings had spread wide with sleek and impenetrable scales standing on ends, creating small rumbling noises as a more intimidating and imposing aura emanated from his dragon part.
His eyes began to glow with an intense fiery red light, reflecting his inner rage that brewed when he witnessed his women being disrespected and insulted to their faces. His nostrils breathed smoke mixed with sparks of flames.
