John had hardly time to say anything more when Alastair had already arrived beneath the city walls.
John watched the dragon before him, keenly sensing its apparent agony.
The pain was stark, as if it was being oppressively confined.
Alastair looked down from his vantage point at the fortress below, his lips curling into a smug smile.
"You've been granted an extra day of life, consider it a gift from me. Today marks your end."
Alastair once again extended his hand slowly, a massive white energy gathering in his palm!
The onlookers couldn't help but gasp.
This feeling was intensely uncomfortable, like a mountain pressing down on their heads, utterly unlike anything else.
"Then give it a try," John said with a light chuckle, then signaled to Archibald beside him.
The silent energy cannons on the city walls suddenly raised their heads, targeting the figure suspended in mid-air!
"Fire!"
Boom, boom, boom!
