The black sheen covered the entire body, spreading over every dragon scale.

The black and gold dragon circled high in the sky, an oppressive and profound aura crashing down like a tidal wave. Even the abyssal prisoners watching from afar felt their breath catch, despite not being the dragon's target. The pressure was immense.

At the same time.

The Elf King took a deep breath, his face solemn, the flames in his eyes growing more intense.