I vanished in a burst of speed, reappearing behind him in an instant. My fist, wreathed in golden Magicore energy, crashed into the back of his head.
Velkhadros reeled.
Inside my mind, Veydris gave precise instructions.
"Follow up—strike his runic core, three inches beneath the left shoulder blade."
I obeyed. My enhanced speed made me blur across the battlefield—appearing on his left in a fraction of a second.
I drove my heel into his runic core.
CRACK!
Velkhadros howled in agony, his massive body staggering as the runes flickered.
But then—he stopped.
And something shifted.
Fafnir's voice cursed inside my head.
"Shit. He's going all out."
Velkhadros' icy scales peeled away, revealing an even more terrifying form beneath. His body expanded, his mana surged, and with a thunderous roar, he activated "Draconic Ascendance"
The sky darkened.
The winds stilled.
Velkhadros spread his wings, his power now fully unleashed.
