Notwithstanding the scorching heat from the dragon's blood whose belly was gutted by him. Darius went from back to front in just a matter of seconds. Acrid smells and blood lathered his body. The dragon, once seemingly insufferable by any weapon or spell, had finally been brought down by Darius' Anti-Mage sword which works surprisingly well against the beast.
The crowd fell silent as the dragon ceased its rampage. Cloud of dust soared in the air, high and low murmurs followed after. Tense atmosphere hovered in the air as they trying to discern what just happened in the frontline.
"Is it dead?"
"What's happening?"
"Did they kill it?"
"Tell me that it's over. I have no mana left." Said one of the mages, slumped down to her rumps.
