The raging flames scorched the mountainside with such force that even Thor stopped in his tracks at the sound of the dragon's cry. His eyes narrowed as he looked toward the people riding atop the ice dragon.
KRRRRAAAOOOOM!
The ancestral beast unleashed a violent blast of high-speed fire at him, and the explosion tore the ground apart.
Thor did not dodge, taking the attack head-on. His spear swept the icy flames away, but his expression twisted into something ugly. Nearly a hundred ice dragons rose up the mountain, and from the ancestral beast, a woman jumped down, her feet landing beside Max, who was barely keeping himself standing.
He did not even notice Rosalia. His eyes were still locked on Thor, waiting for the next move, while quietly preparing the last strike he could still force out of his body. He still had mana, but no strength left to release it, and he did not even know if it would be enough for that monster.
