killing The Light (5)

The clash between the flames spewed from Vyraak and the descending Celestial sword was anticlimactic in the grand scheme of things.

It was unknown whether the beam of red flames from the mouth of the dragon was weaker than what came from the eye on his chest or if the Celestial sword was stronger than an eighth-dimensional immortal going all out, but the sword sliced through flame barely slowing down, and if not for Vyraak intuition that allowed him to move his body in an oddly serpentine fashion, he would have been sliced in two instead of losing his right claw from the shoulder.

That hand tumbled down into the void accompanied by the chilling howl of pain from the dragon, before it transformed into stone and then ash, and even that ash soon vanished.