"Finally, my time to shine!" Scott roared, a manic excitement lighting up his eyes.
He activated his unique ability, increasing his bone density to an absurd, planetary level, which sent him plummeting toward Aegon like a falling moon.
Aegon reacted with cold intellect, preparing to shift his weight and unleash a counter-strike that would shatter Scott's reinforced frame.
But just as he moved to strike, a booming voice echoed through the void.
"Don't move!" Zaigoth commanded, his voice vibrating with the ancient power of the Dragon's Tongue, amplified by his own Mystic Tongue.
The command was absolute.
A conceptual weight slammed into Aegon, locking his muscles and freezing his blood in his veins.
For a fraction of a second, Aegon was paralyzed.
That was the only opening Scott needed.
He descended with the weight of a mountain, swiping his razor-sharp claws across Aegon's chest.
