The crimson sword light hung in the air. In response to the great dragon's words, it simply spoke:
"Is that all?"
The moment the words were spoken, the crimson sword light flared violently.
A crimson Sword Qi that reached from the heavens to the earth slashed downward, like a Divine Sword descending from the sky.
It completely filled the bottom of the ravine.
...
When Saladin opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in a mountain valley.
Moonlight shone from overhead, cold and deathly pale, illuminating his dismembered draconic form.
Dark Gold scales were scattered all around, glimmering faintly under the moonlight like shards of a shattered bronze mirror.
His head was lolled to one side, his neck pinned to the ground by a crimson sword. Its blade had pierced his spine, anchoring him firmly in the soil.
His wings had been hacked into several pieces, their membranes riddled with holes. Bones protruded from the severed ends, stark white like broken masts.
