Alarion's Triumph

The elder frost titan gazed into Alarion's narrowed eyes and furrowed his brow. Despite the dragon's massive size, he possessed an absurd agility and strength. Moreover, he radiated a furious aura. But why wasn't he attacking?

Seeing the white dragon's gaze momentarily flicker elsewhere, a bad feeling surged within the elder. "Throw your spears!" he shouted hastily, forming a large ice spear in his hand. He had deciphered his enemy's intent, but his reaction time was insufficient.

Noticing the multitude of ice spears aimed at him, Alarion grinned, realizing his plan had been discovered. He took a deep breath and swiftly flew toward the weakest frost titans, unleashing his dragon breath to freeze them. This breath attack was weaker than the one he had launched at the tenth-degree frost titans forming the skyward spear wall. However, it lasted longer and was potent enough to overwhelm the young adult frost titans.

"Elder!"

"No!"

"Save us!"