Floating above the land, a boy with short curly blue hair and glowing yellow eyes hovered.
There were horns above his head, and his eyes were slit like a serpent. On his back were two large, blue dragon wings, which represented his side of this war.
Behind him were hundreds of men and women like him, wielding weapons of different sizes and forms.
"There's no need to talk to them. Their leader hasn't arrived, and they'll only want to fulfill their duty," Quan said, and then a sword with a blue blade appeared in front of him.
Its hilt had the design of a dragon's head, while the blade had a dark blue color with various golden engravings and symbols on it. An invisible aura of authority covered him, making the others behind him feel a thrill in their bones.
"Kill all of them." The prince's voice was low, and yet so cold, it sent a shiver down the enemies' spines.
The dragons behind him lunged forward towards them, all wielding various weapons.
On the ground were hundreds of men, with black scales covering their bodies like a sort of protection, and they were ready to fight to the death.
Yuan went forward himself, crashing into the ground and making the surrounding enemies shake from the impact.
The drakes seemed to still be grounded; however, they all lunged at the prince, attacking from all directions.
The prince frowned, then boosted towards one direction with his sword. A bright blue flame covered his sword.
He waved his hand, making a clean cut with the sword as if he had practiced it millions of times.
There was a wave of flames that devoured the drakes in front of him, blinding them, and he sped forward, slicing and killing them.
The trees in the distance burned violently. Both dragons and drakes were dying by their hands; it was a truly brutal scene.
"Quan!!" A voice rang out in the air, and Quan looked up with his dragon eyes and jumped, flying high into the sky.
He finally arrived in front of a man dressed in black clothing. The man had a scar on his left eye and gazed at the prince of dragons before him.
A small black ball appeared in his palm, and with a single motion, it expanded to cover even Quan, who entered it.
An orange light spread in front of the large black ball, which seemed to cover more than a hundred meters in diameter.
It was Dian. His eyes were now bright yellow, slit like a dragon's. He had two horns, which were bigger than the prince's, and his wings were brown, covered by glowing markings that resembled cracks.
The ball was large and intimidating, releasing an aura of death that made Dian nervous to enter.
"Why stare, general?"
Dian looked down to see another drake flying towards him.
'Only drakes who achieve fourth class will be able to fly. How many of them have reached that level?' Dian's mind raced.
The man who came looked to be even older than Dian. With long grey hair and red eyes, he brought out a long sword, and Dian stretched out his hands.
A broadsword seemed to form out of the air, with a mystical presence attached to it.
He held the sword, and then full body armor covered him. It was like little pieces that formed around his body and covered his face too.
The old man only smiled before removing his shirt. He was ripped, with muscles and veins all around his body.
His black scales began to appear and cover him, and he flew towards Dian, waving his sword with all his strength.
The air shook as the two dragons clashed. Their silhouettes flashed as they clashed time and time again.
The two of them knocked each other back and went for another attack.
*BOOM!!*
Dian looked towards where the black ball was and he saw Saudre holding the bloodied prince by his hair and general Dian flew to the prince as his eyes widened.
As he diverted, a shadowy blade which seemed transparent shot towards Dian and pierced him from behind.