"Surely a descendant of a god-level Volkoid can do more than this," Draco taunted, his voice dripping with icy confidence. "Show me your true strength."
The black crow felt angry at this, opening its beak, black flames erupting from its mouth.
Draco chuckled at the sight, opening his mouth as he breathed out his own flames—Draconic Flames.
Both fires neutralized each other. They began to attack each other with blows, breathing out fire whenever an opportunity arose.
The baby crow, Lyraea, and Ivy just watched the battle unfold. Only the nest was safe from their attacks; the trees bore the brunt of the impact.
Both opponents separated after exchanging several blows, realizing they couldn't inflict significant damage on each other.
They moved again.
"Blood Manipulation," Draco muttered. The black crow felt the unsettling movement of her blood. She snorted, suppressing the disturbance.
