And Balachiel appeared rather disheveled, his massive wings covered in white feathers were now torn and burnt, bearing scars all over. His violet robe embroidered with stars was now ripped and ragged, bearing traces of being torn.
But the faint light of heaven shrouded him, swiftly mending all his wounds and flaws; he merely needed a few minutes to return to normal.
The most pitiable sight, however, was the Ancient Gold Dragon Titus. His scales, which once shimmered with light, were now dull and lusterless, marred everywhere by burnt marks and stained with mottled blood. His wings were torn like tattered cloth, and his torso was covered with wounds.
There was a shocking gash on his flank, exposing raw, crimson flesh, which was still spurting fresh blood — it was inflicted by the claws of the Red Dragon.
