Cassius looked up at the ever-lowering shadow canopy, his eyes filled with eager interest, with a hint of destructive desire once again flickering in the depths of his pupils.
"Tsk tsk, so nostalgic, this spell again."
"Then... let's tear it apart."
A smile appeared on that grim dragon face.
"Reckless fool, you will become nourishment for the Nether Shadow Realm!"
Mortifael's voice echoed through the sky of the Shadow Domain like a venomous curse, though it carried a subtle note of panic.
Cassius suddenly flapped his wings, ascending almost vertically. Chaotic, disorderly light patterns appeared in the crystal on his chest.
Before the colossal black canopy covering the city, in front of that soul-crushing tide of shadows—even the thirty-meter-long Red Dragon seemed tiny—yet Cassius showed no fear. Instead, his entire body radiated fervor, and he even let out a joyous roar.
"Boom——"
Dark red flames spewed from his mouth, heading straight for the shadow canopy.