Vel'dranor's grin widened.
The blade continued moving. There was barely any distance left between Kurogoroshi and his neck.
Yet this time, the dragon was ready.
BOOM!
Vel'dranor's arm suddenly moved.
Far faster than Elion had expected.
His massive hand snapped upward, his fingers wrapping around the flat of Kurogoroshi's blade just before it could reach his neck.
Krrrk!
The impact sent a violent tremor through the sword.
Elion's eyes widened.
'He caught it?'
The Void-Touched Edge was still active, the distorted darkness covering the blade eating away at everything it touched.
Yet Vel'dranor's palm did not immediately separate.
Instead, blood began to flow from between his fingers as his flesh was slowly cut apart by the blade.
Even so, he held on.
"Hehehe..." Vel'dranor's golden eyes gleamed with excitement. "That trick won't work twice, little human."
'He must have deployed his active defences!'
