In the gloomy skies of Yon Augenn City, two massive draconians continued their brutal duel.
However, it was quite evident that one was stronger than the other.
Menas huffed and puffed in exhaustion.
A good portion of his vermillion scales had been shattered, and he bore several moderate to deep claw and fang wounds.
Although he didn't seem like he would fall soon, victory was nowhere in sight either.
Menas had only managed to land two vicious claw attacks on the deity—both shattered her divine scales, but neither managed to pierce her tough, demi-godly flesh.
Strangely, though, the emperor had a terrifying smile on his draconic face.
"Strong! You are strong, Divine One! By far, you are the strongest among those I fought!" Menas praised generously.
The White Dragon of Creation, however, wasn't too pleased, believing that the mortal draconian in front of her was being audacious again.
She didn't see Menas as kin.
