"Your vain resistance wouldn't have lasted as long against him. Now you'll suffer, physically, mentally, forced out of your delusions—forced to see your beliefs crumble under our assault. There won't be a tomorrow for the great dragon king. Only death."
Shihan's words lingered as she vanished into her shadow, Bahamut's palm brushing her hair.
Far from the dignified poise characterising him, he curled his clawed fingers and growled like a beast maddened by its wounds. His golden eyes darted down, searching for the accursed demoness.
And when he saw her reappear on Atlantis' pale gold platform, catching two children into a hug as thousands roared her name like a hero's anthem, his fangs sank into his lips, the last sliver of sanity he clung to, snapping.
