Celestial Blood Hunter (1).
A few hours had gone by...
And over that time, the god fell into despair.
Or rather, it was driven into despair and madness.
It had crushed the dragon several times, flayed its flesh from its bones a couple more times, and even tore it to shreds more thanna few times.
And yet, it did not die.
It only grew stronger, fighting back with even more ferocity, and consuming the black sands.
No, it was consuming the power of death itself.
Balangol screeched,
"What sort of monstrous demon is this?!"
The black dragon completely ignored him and bit down.
Balangol swerved to the side to dodge, then swung his scythe sideways. The edge of his scythe sliced right through muscle, but could not break bone.
With a furious roar, the black dragon reeled its head back and shot out a scorching breath of black flames.