Ritual Storm

The sky shifted back and forth between darkness and violet. Onyxian's voice echoed with the thunder. Whenever lightning flashed, the silhouettes of Twilight Dragons and Cloud Serpents could be seen behind the storm clouds.

Lei Shen's furious roar came from within the palace. The sound wave carried a violent gale, forcing Nathanos to shield his face with one hand.

Lei Shen seemed to have been driven into a corner. The storm clouds responded to his battle fury. The sky above Nathanos grew ever darker.

"Pick up the pace, child," he said, looking up. His voice was not loud, but Onyxian would certainly hear it. "Lei Shen is about to fall."

More draconic power in a multitude of colors pierced through the clouds, raining fiery meteors down upon the towers surrounding the palace.

Almost immediately after a deafening clap of thunder, a massive serpentine body broke through the clouds first and plummeted straight down, crashing into a spired tower. Narax struggled painfully a few times before going still. Lightning-filled mist burst from its wounds and slowly rose into the air. The wind became even more biting.

Onyxian landed before Nathanos in mortal form, cracking the ground beneath his feet. The Twilight Dragon dropped to one knee, gasping for breath.

"You're hurt?" The Witherer asked.

Onyxian hurriedly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but Nathanos had already seen it.

"The power it uses is different from dragon power. It's more troublesome than Deathwing."

"You've done well. Rest for a while, then prepare to intercept Kalecgos."

The Twilight Dragon nodded.

"I... only wanted to complete... the gods' mission."

Suddenly, a pillar of blue-white light shot out from the palace and pierced the heavens. The instant it reached the clouds, it spread in every direction, expanding like a living