The Drakon's eyes lost its light and it was clear as day from its tremblings that it was petrified beyond doubt. The aura was too towering and insidious that it could tell that dragging it's escape would lead it to definite trouble.
Its wings flapped but it remained on the same spot, weighing in its heart what path it could bet with for a smooth escape. Sadly, the trail was too tight that there was no hope for it. It could only do so much as flying to a higher altitude.
The Crimsonflame Sky Drakon flared its wings wide in a desperate bid to escape. Its body, riddled with frost and wounds, radiated dwindling heat as molten blood trickled from its injuries. With a primitive roar, it surged upwards, forcing its waning life force into one final effort.
"Pathetic," Shen Li muttered, her frosty blade glinting in the sunlight. "You can't outrun your fate."