The Lightning Dragon's once-pristine scales were scorched, torn, and darkened with wounds; raw fury turned to desperation, though the dragon's pride still held it from admitting defeat
In a desperate attempt, the Lightning Dragon gathered the last reserves of its energy, summoning a lightning storm that filled the sky with deafening thunder and blinding flashes of light.
Bolts rained down, aiming to blast both Fenrir and Orochi off their feet, but the mythical beasts held their ground.
Fenrir's dark, shadowy aura absorbed much of the lightning, while Orochi twisted its heads out of the way, dodging with fluid, serpentine grace.
As the storm faded, the Lightning Dragon heaved for breath, clearly weakened and struggling to stay aloft. Its once-proud posture sagged under the weight of its injuries, yet its fiery gaze remained defiant.
Linsley sensed its reluctance to surrender, a stubborn pride rooted deep within the dragon's heart.
