Rullein flew up high into the sky and watched the two dragons circling around her with the raging thunder right above her head. She coated her greatswords while the Great Spirits fled from the island, knowing that when both Zagres and Agon had decided to reveal their celestial beast forms, catastrophe followed them.
"You didn't kill, you had no desire to kill in the first place. Why?" Agon asked, his deep and growly voice echoed throughout the sky.
"What else? If there are leaders that lead those Great Spirits, I'm planning to take that spot," Rullein answered as she kept her eyes on Agon, admiring the golden scale of his. "Pretending to be dragons, you really think you can become one?" She scoffed and glanced at Zagres with his jet-black shiny scales covered in dark clouds and sparks of lightning.
