Sevir stood shoulder to shoulder with Bailong, staggering here and there, not allowed to use his abilities. If he did, it would be declared a failure.
Bailong grit his teeth and refused to say a word or let his brother come forward. He knew this would happen. He put a hand behind Bailong and held his ground, digging his feet inside.
Winds from every direction thrashed their bodies. He didn’t know how long could the dragon king keep this up, nor could the dragon king. Bailong had the same thought as he endured with eyes fixed on one point- the dragon king’s head. He wondered if the dragon king had horns like Bailong’s. He didn’t see them so far, so they must be hidden, or maybe Bailong could see something he could not. What happened to those horns that were stuck in the tree?