The atmosphere was thick with the corrosive black mist and the chilling bite of frost, both conspiring to weaken the dragon's scales. The dragon's head, already tender from the frost, "softened" further under these harsh conditions.
Then, the greatsword descended with unstoppable force.
"Ka—"
The chilling sound of shattering skull filled the air.
The dragon's struggles ceased abruptly. Its wide, draconic eyes reflected a mingling of shock and pain as it let out a shrill, agonized wail, sparks sputtering from the corners of its mouth. In its final moments, the dragon made a desperate, feeble attempt to crawl towards its nest, driven by some unfathomable, dying instinct.
Yet, the inexorable march of death cares little for the desires of the living.
The dragon managed only a few meters before the life faded from its eyes, which remained fixated on the nest, a poignant symbol of its unyielding maternal instinct.
"Huff... Huff..."