Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
Gorsas's massive body suddenly stiffened, all his furious roars and movements halted, leaving only a short and incredulous gasp from his throat.
His eyes, ablaze with blood flames, stared intently at the close-by Galos, as the frenzied power receded like a tide, leaving only the void and cold brought by his swiftly fading life.
"Im... pos... sible..."
At the brink of death, Gorsas briefly regained clarity, squeezing out fragmented syllables from his throat as blood and froth gushed from his mouth and the massive wound on his chest, instantly washed into pale red by the cold rain, flowing down his dragon body and plunging to the ground below.
Galos suddenly withdrew his blood-drenched Dragon Claw, even with fragments of a heart, and forcefully shoved aside Gorsas's massive body, which began to lose its power.
Sigh... He breathed heavily, with each breath tugging at the horrific wound on his abdomen, bringing piercing pain.
