Chapter 100

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I could taste blood in my mouth as a dragon. A little bit sweet, a little bit bitter, and a little bit tingly. It was the first thing I felt before momentarily blacking out from the pain, as blood gushed from my underbelly. I could feel the broken ribs, white chunks of bone sticking out from the wound.

The impact had also grounded me, crushing my wings under a pile of rubble. Even if I wanted to use them, I could feel them flopping about, not responding to my commands. Trying to pull them out of the rubble wasn’t an option unless I wanted to pass out from pain again.

Lazarus wasn’t doing much better. His entire face was covered with his blood, the massive lance stuck out of his skull. The entire left side of his face had been destroyed, as his ram had only lodged the spear deeper into his head.

I gritted my breath as I slowly slid up, feeling horrific burning pain. If I was alive, then I needed to emerge victorious. Else there will be two dead dragons today.