Tonitrum's dragon breaths continued to fire off with terrifying force, each blast powerful enough to level entire cities. The archdemon, enraged and desperate, summoned every dark spell in his arsenal to fight back. Shadows erupted from his fingertips, dark flames, void bolts, curses—everything he had was hurled at the massive dragon. Yet, none of it seemed to land. Every spell, no matter how powerful, was thwarted by Tonitrum with effortless ease.
Tonitrum watched the demon's pitiful attempts with an air of superiority, his massive form nearly glowing with energy. "It appears you're injured, demon. That explains why your spells don't pack a punch." His voice was cold, mocking, as if the battle was nothing more than a game.
