The battle had lasted several hours. The sun had already sunk into the western sky, and its light was no longer as dazzling as before.
With his enormous body and unparalleled strength, the White Dragon could charge about like a colossal fortress even without bombarding the two of them with dragonfire, gales, and lightning, forcing them to dodge.
But the flames in Sovell's heart burned ever fiercer, as though they would consume his body along with everything else.
An inexplicable impulse urged him to kill the White Dragon as quickly as possible.
Without realizing it, Sovell's sword strikes grew increasingly ruthless, and his Solar Flare surged ever more wildly, without restraint.
That abandon swept Artoria along as well. Relying on the extraordinary durability of Clarent, she gathered her magical power into starlight and fired it in a relentless barrage.
For a time, the Holy Swords in their hands shone brighter than ever before, even overpowering the White Dragon.
Naturally, the White Dragon could not endure the humiliation of being driven into such a predicament by two whelps. In his fury, he began to make mistakes.
As time passed, those mistakes accumulated, growing more and more numerous.
Finally, Sovell and Artoria seized their chance and poured magical power into their Holy Swords at the same time, forming immensely long, thick blades of magic. Like two enormous nails, they pierced the White Dragon's foreclaws and briefly pinned them to the ground.
Without hesitation, Sovell beat his wings and took the opportunity to flash above the White Dragon in an instant. He raised Holy Lance Rhongomyniad, and Invisible Air erupted at full force from its rear!
With a thunderous boom, the Holy Spear's tip broke the sound barrier and shot toward the White Dragon's back, straight for his heart!
The White Dragon's body