Two colossal dragons battled above Greystone Town. The tremors of their laws destroyed more than half the city in an instant. Several streets shrieked amid the flames**, the fire spreading farther on the wind. More than anything, there were collapsed buildings. The streets rose layer upon layer like broken waves, riddled with horrifying cracks, as though they had endured a terrible earthquake. Sini had struggled to drag the Little Elf out of the center of the battle when a spear-like object came whistling toward her on the gale. She screamed and hurriedly dropped the Little Elf, letting the thing fly between them. The latter was flung to the ground with a **thud and cried out in pain before finally coming groggily to her senses.
Malthus spewed flames through the air. A fireball struck Missril's wing and burst into a skyful of sparks. The silver dragon let out a pained roar and tumbled nearly a hundred meters before stabilizing herself. Another fireball grazed her tail and struck a wooden house near the center of the battle. The searing air and explosive shockwave blew the Little Elf, who had just climbed to her feet, through several somersaults. She passed over a field of ruined buildings before finally being stopped by something planted in the ground. With tears streaming down her face, the Little Elf clutched her reddened forehead and got up. Her small mouth fell open when she realized that what had stopped her was a silver spear standing straight in the earth.
This spear was nothing like a decorative piece from a noble's home. Despite enduring such violent explosions, it had not suffered even a scratch. Its entire body gleamed silver. Scenes ranging from heaven to hell were carved down the shaft: clouds and radiance, holy beauty, naked** angels, hideous demons