The Dragons Feast

The dense jungle trembled faintly as far as the eye could see, revealing a sharp, pale tail like marble.

"Raaagh—"

The Cannibal let out a fierce roar, thrust out its chest, and plunged at high speed.

Rhaegar's body swayed. A flash of pale entered his vision, and he immediately shouted, "Attack! Don't let it get away!"

There it is!

It finally came right to him!

"Raa...gh..."

A torrent of deathly pale Dragonflame burst from the ground. A gaunt, emaciated body shot out of the jungle, its ragged wings beating as it tried to flee.

Boom—

The Cannibal neither dodged nor flinched. It smashed through the searing Dragonflame head-on, then gave chase with its abyssal jaws wide open.

The Pale Wild Dragon glanced back, its slit pupils wide with disbelief.

Behind it was a dragon covered in hard, coal-black scales that shimmered like metal in the firelight.

So strong and fierce, like a colossal statue carved from Dragonglass.

"Raa...gh..."

A shrill Dragon Roar, like a shock wave, forced its way from the dragon's throat. Its tattered wings beat furiously as its sinuous body rose into the sky.

When size was equal, a bulky dragon had greater explosive power than one with a lean, well-proportioned frame.

But the two dragons were worlds apart in size, and their fighting abilities were as different as night and day.

"Raaagh—"

The Cannibal's green slit pupils gleamed with excitement. It beat its wings, swept upward, and sent its thick tail crashing through the jungle.

It could sense it.

That decrepit old dragon was a Dragon-eating species, one that had devoured its own kind.

It was rare for even one Dragon-eating species to appear in any given age.

But when two such creatures crossed paths in the same age, the cruel nature flowing through their blood and