The Death Spirit Dragon lay sprawled on the cold, hard ground, its blood-stained maw clamped onto the lifeless Giant Crag Dragon before it.
Each bite echoed with a chilling crack and snap of bones, sending shivers down the very spine of the world.
It was a gruesome spectacle, a macabre feast where the Death Spirit Dragon reveled in the Giant Crag Dragon's flesh.
Its razor-sharp claws dug deep into the creature's tough hide, effortlessly ripping open wound after wound. Razor-like teeth rained down, tearing the Giant Crag Dragon's muscles into countless shreds.
For a moment, the scene was one of flying flesh and blood, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood, a nauseating sensation that clung to the senses.
Time seemed to stretch on as the terrifying feeding ritual continued. The Death Spirit Dragon seemed insatiable, relentlessly devouring every inch of the Giant Crag Dragon's flesh.