A loud, guttural screech tore through the garden, followed by a large pool of fire, emerging from an infant-sized dragon, flapping its wings with all its might.
Raijin, who had found a comfortable spot on a branch of the tree to sleep on, had now joined the battle, it's small but extremely ruthless dragon breath burned hordes of demons to ashes as the tiny dragon flew across the battlefield, its dark green scales glistening under the sunlight. Fire the color of a burning furnace, larger than its own body size.
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Jacob watched as Morbius zipped across the battlefield in an attempt to harm him. With his newfound speed, as all limitations had been lifted off of him. Morbius appeared in slow motion, as though he were casually jogging on the ground.
Jacob smiled and closed the gap within seconds, he placed a palm on Morbius' chest.
His aim was simple, overwhelm him with a power that was inherently his, or the Demon King's.
