The dense forest was unnervingly quiet as the masked leader, moving with unnatural speed, lunged toward the guard in front of the carriage. With lethal precision, his hand drove through the guard's armor as if it were paper killing him instantly. The guard collapsed, lifeless, to the ground.
That seemed to bolden the remaining dragons. One of them lunged at Azrael, its claws aimed for his throat. With effortless precision, Azrael sidestepped, his claws slicing through its chest in a single, fluid motion. The creature staggered, black ichor pouring from the wound, before it crumpled to the ground, lifeless.
Another dragon came at Azrael from the left, wielding a jagged blade. Azrael blocked the strike with a swift movement, twisting his wrist to disarm the attacker before driving his claws deep into its heart.