It was time for a battle. A dragon against a human with fae blood. In fiction, the answer would've been simple. No dragon could've lost against a human, but the human standing against Flitza had been an anomaly from the start. Taking out her burning blade, she points it towards his chest. In return, Raven held his arms outwards and took on his enhanced fae form.
Instead of a shadowed figure with no legs, he had turned his rogue power into a dark armor that enhanced his abilities. Like a dark knight, an air of mystique took over his surroundings, and the aura of corruption and darkness was mixed together to mask his form, to what appeared to be a portal peering into the abyss.
