Suddenly, a barrage of javelins hurtled towards Bahamut from a distance, cutting through the air with lethal precision. Bahamut, caught off guard, attempted to erect a wind barrier in defense, but to his astonishment, the magical javelins pierced through, rendering his protective measures futile. The onslaught intensified as more javelins rained down upon him.
As the number of attackers grew, Bahamut realized that the White Walkers possessed a formidable magical prowess, each one wielding the same dark magic that flowed through the Night King. In the midst of the chaos, he sensed the distinctive presence of the Corpse Queen, orchestrating the assault from the shadows.
In the heat of the skirmish, a well-aimed javelin found its mark, striking Bahamut's shoulder. The impact sent ripples of pain through his colossal form, and he roared in defiance, his golden eyes ablaze with fury. Seizing the opportunity, an undead dragon lunged from behind, seeking to exploit Bahamut's momentary vulnerability.
Bahamut, however, was not to be caught off guard. With a thunderous swing of his tail, he intercepted the oncoming assailant, smashing the undead dragon into oblivion. Despite his resilience, Bahamut felt an insidious cold seeping into his being—a poison that threatened to extinguish the fiery vitality within him.
Realizing the perilous nature of the enchantment, Bahamut, fueled by both anger and determination, roared with unparalleled intensity. Employing his draconic magic, he resisted the encroaching cold death that sought to grip his essence. Yet, the curse lingered, necessitating a strategic retreat.
In a burst of speed, Bahamut distanced himself from the immediate battlefield, seeking the respite required to unravel the magical entanglement.
As Bahamut strategically retreated, the remaining dragons, now devoid of the daunting presence of the Dragon King, surged forward with renewed determination. Corpse Queen, observing the unfolding spectacle, reveled in the initial success of her aerial onslaught and commanded her undead army to press onward.
In the midst of the chase, one particularly agile dragon, eager to prove its prowess, took the lead. Closing the gap between itself and Bahamut, the young dragon unleashed a torrent of flames in a daring attempt to subdue the retreating king. However, Bahamut, with unparalleled reflexes, swiftly evaded the fiery assault.
Seizing the opportunity, the audacious dragon lunged towards Bahamut, aiming to incapacitate him with a close-range attack. Yet, to the astonishment of the pursuing dragons, Bahamut effortlessly ensnared the fiery assailant in his mighty claw. With a powerful motion, Bahamut tore the young dragon asunder, its flames extinguished in the wake of the draconic retribution.
The demise of their comrade, however, did little to quell the resolve of the remaining dragons. Undeterred, they closed in on Bahamut, determined to avenge their fallen kin. Sensing their approach, Bahamut accelerated his movements, outpacing the pursuing dragons and creating a widening gap between them.
In a sudden twist of tactics, Bahamut dove with breathtaking speed from the enveloping clouds, catching the pursuing dragons off guard. As he descended, the darkness seemed to embrace him, shrouding his form until the very moment of revelation. The dragon leading the charge was greeted by the razor-sharp claws of Bahamut's legs, which seized its head in an unyielding grip.
Simultaneously, Bahamut's powerful arms extended to ensnare another giant dragon, who, caught off balance, struggled in vain to break free. The battle in the sky became a chaotic dance of draconic power, the thunderous clash echoing through the night.
Yet, in the midst of the conflict, a young and nimble dragon seized the opportunity to strike. Aiming for Bahamut's right eye, it executed a swift and precise attack, diverting the dragon king's attention. With Bahamut momentarily distracted, the dragon he had grasped by the arm seized the chance to retaliate, delivering a powerful claw strike to Bahamut's chest.
A massive scar adorned Bahamut's chest, testimony to the ferocity of the young dragon's assault.
A torrent of blood gushed from the wound on Bahamut's chest, eliciting an agonizing scream from the dragon king. The sky, once a battlefield of majestic clashes, now witnessed Bahamut's descent towards the ground. Seizing the opportune moment created by Bahamut's vulnerability, the dragon that had narrowly escaped his grasp soared back into the fray, leaving the wounded dragon king to confront the impending impact with the unforgiving earth below.
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