"Your resistance is futile. Dying by my hand is your honor."

The Frost Giant God swung his axe, severing three dragon claws that the Golden Dragonfather had swiped at him. He spoke coldly, delivering a flying kick to the Golden Dragonfather's chest, sending the blood-soaked dragon flying backward. His chest caved in, marked by frost.

With a mighty flap of his wings, he barely managed to stabilize himself.

His scales trembled, crushing the layers of frost covering them. New scales grew at a visible speed, pushing out the broken ones and interlocking seamlessly. His severed arm also regenerated rapidly.