A sea of red appeared in front of Kael. Endless crimson mist spread across the battlefield like a silent ocean. The violent momentum of Kael's punch suddenly slowed, as if the world itself had thickened.
Then the mist parted, and a figure stepped forward.
Kael's eyes lit up even as an overwhelming pressure threatened to crush him. "You! You are here, finally! Ba ha ha ha!" His laughter echoed across the shattered valley.
The crimson figure did not answer. Damon walked forward slowly. His crimson eyes swept across the battlefield once before settling on Kael.
Behind Damon, Necrogod remained standing silently beside the blade of grass.
Kael rolled his shoulders, golden light crackling across the draconic scales covering his body. "I knew it," he said, grinning wildly. "There was no way you would miss something like this."
The phantom dragon behind him lowered its massive head, staring down at Damon with hostility.
