The Thunderboltous Griffin King's iron feathers were crushed and disheveled. A series of mournful cries escaped its beak, and it could no longer summon even a spark of lightning.
It struggled and writhed, but the dragon's claw was like an unmovable mountain, crushing all its resistance to powder.
After a futile struggle, the Thunderboltous Griffin King finally gave up.
It lowered its proud head, its tense body completely relaxing. From deep in its throat came a low rumble, a sound of submission.
Only then did Sun release its claws in satisfaction. It circled above the peak, its golden form gazing down upon its new "employee."
"Nicely done."
Raylo offered a simple compliment.
The Golden Dragon let out a low rumble in response, sounding quite proud of itself, as if to say, 'It was nothing.'
Raylo, riding Baofeng, led the sixteen Griffin Knights as they slowly landed on the mountaintop.
