Fire and Blood

Chapter 138: Battle Above the Gods Eye (Part 4)

The Riverlands ― Above the Gods Eye...

As Daemon soared through the air on the back of his dragon Caraxes, the wind whipped through his hair, and the roar of his dragon's wings filled his ears. His keen gaze swept across the vast expanse of the sky, searching intently for any trace of Vaelor and Vhagar. From his vantage point below, Daemon had already witnessed the chaotic clash of their aerial skirmish above the shimmering waters of the Gods Eye, where the sun glinted off the surface like a thousand scattered diamonds. The sight was mesmerizing and intense as the dragons twisted and turned in a deadly dance, their roars echoing across the landscape. Determined to gain a clearer perspective on the unfolding battle, Daemon urged Caraxes higher into the skies. Daemon's efforts bore fruit within mere moments as he finally spotted Aeonar and Aemond, riding their dragons Vaelor and Vhagar, engaged in their fierce battle.

There you are.

Vaelor and Vhagar entwined their talons in a fierce embrace, spiraling through the sky. With a roar that shook the very air around them, they unleashed torrents of fire, brilliant streams of molten orange and crimson that twisted and curled like serpents in the wind. The flames clashed mid-air, creating a dazzling spectacle of light and heat, illuminating the sky with a fierce glow. But the moment of fiery communion was fleeting. They cast one another aside with a sudden, forceful motion of their legs, their bodies hurling through the clouds before they recovered. For a moment, they hung suspended in the sky, each dragon regaining their composure, their eyes locked in a battle of wills. Undeterred, Vaelor launched himself into the fray again, his wings slicing through the air as he prepared for another assault. He opened his maw wide, preparing to unleash another devastating blast of fire, his eyes locked onto his opponent. Vhagar, however, was not one to be easily outmatched. With a vicious growl, she countered Vaelor's advance, her powerful wings propelling her forward. She met his charge with equal ferocity, her fiery breath igniting the air around them in a dazzling display of power. The flames collided in a spectacular explosion, sending sparks cascading like shooting stars, illuminating the twilight sky. The heat was palpable, and the sound of their roars echoed across the mountains, a primal symphony of strength and defiance. The air was thick with the scent of smoke as the two dragons continued their aerial battle, each determined to outmaneuver the other.

Vaelor twisted and turned, his agile form darting through the air as he sought an opening in Vhagar's defenses. Meanwhile, Vhagar, with her years of combat experience, anticipated his every move, countering with precision and ferocity. As they spiraled through the sky, the world below seemed to fade away, leaving only the two titans locked in their fierce struggle. Each clash of fire and talon was a testament to their strength, their rivalry echoing through the ages as they fought for dominance. Their battle had primarily taken a toll on both combatants; Vaelor's wing membranes were punctured in multiple places like tattered fabric caught in a storm and slightly tearing along the edges that now seemed to struggle to hold his weight, his upper left horn was bitten off and was now a jagged stump that throbbed with pain, and deep bite wounds; his neck that bore the marks of deep, painful gashes, the angry red lines crisscrossing his scales like a map; his chest and underbelly, too, were not spared as they were riddled with deep gashes from Vhagar's claws that oozed crimson, each cut a testament to the feral intensity of the fight. In stark contrast, however, Vhagar was not without her own suffering and bore her share of injuries. Her neck had been mutilated and sliced away in several places by Vaelor's serrated teeth, leaving gaping wounds that exposed raw flesh, muscle, and tissue beneath. The throbbing pain was evident in her fierce, fiery eyes, which flickered with rage and agony. The damage was not limited to her neck, however; her ribcage and underbelly were riddled with multiple bite wounds and numerous deep lacerations from Vaelor's claws and jaws, each one a testament to the ferocity of their mid-air battle. Blood was flowing freely from her injuries, pooling her body and spraying across the clouds in a grim reminder of the battle's brutality, her strength waning but her spirit unbroken.