The Icy Legacy

Craters littered the ground, and a scorching inferno spread and devoured everything in its path. The massive black and gold dragon slowly walked through the destroyed landscape, his eyes and magma in his armor shining like bright reflectors through the air filled with dust and smoke.

He was getting colder and chillier, the frostbite and the fire in his body constantly fighting, ravaging his muscles and organs.

The magma leaked from the massive cavities and fissures in his armor left by the angel's blade, slowly sealing and mending them.

'The battle lord was a right choice. I no longer have to be so passive. I can now freely move through battles and switch between defense and offense.'

He ignored the pain, the desire for more power easily overpowering it as he saw the glowing remnants of the ice in the huge valley-sized crater.