The Greed

The auras of death and life overlapped and canceled each other out. The dragon with the elegant, shiny armor of black metal, gold, and gems quietly flapped his wings.

Sparks of lightning, fire, shards of ice, and droplets of lava, acid, and water danced and orbited around him as if he was a center of a solar system composed of pure elemental energy.

The reaper hovered in the air without any movement, as if they stood on solid ground. Their black robes, covered in dust, fluttered in the wind, the atmosphere of gloom, death, and melancholy spreading out, making even the eyes of the monsters frozen within the crystals dim.

Streams of thoughts flowed through the dragon's mind as he carefully analyzed the entire situation, 'Chronomancy, orders of the god of death, high-ranking reaper... each of these is enough to complicate the situation on its own, but together, they are like a minefield.'