Father and Daughter

"Neltharion!"

Mordred came to the deep pit with sword in hand, looking down from above at the black dragon embedded in the rock.

Enduring the burning pain in his chest, the black dragon first pulled his limbs free, then squeezed the last shred of strength from his weakened body and struggled to rise. But an iron boot stepped onto the sword wound in his chest, forcing his upper body back into the ground.

"Khngh!"

Neltharion let out a muffled groan, gritting his teeth so hard that he refused to make a pitiful cry, preserving the pride of a dragon.

He stared blankly at the sky above, only for it to be swallowed by a vast shadow. Mordred's figure blocked it...