Eccar was still locked in battle with Thar'Zul-Vekar, his claws clashing against endless coils of writhing vines. But now something had changed from his previous fights.
He began to feel what Erend must have felt earlier. The vines were no longer just scratching at his thick Dragon scales. They were piercing them. One lashed across his side, slicing into the tough hide and drawing a thin line of glowing blood. This was the worse wound he got until now.
He grunted, surprised. Until now, he'd barely registered the vines as more than a nuisance. But this was different now.
The god was strong. Really strong. Strong enough to match them in their full Dragon forms.
This might be the strongest being they had ever faced.
And yet… Eccar didn't feel fear.
Instead, a flicker of something else pulsed in his chest, excitement. That thrill he only ever felt when facing an opponent who could truly challenge him.
