Bigger targets

Reynold screeched again, his massive wings beating with thunderous power.

Phoenix flames erupted from above, cascading like a celestial rain of fire, scorching everything in their wake.

His form surged forward like a roaring tsunami, an unstoppable blaze consuming all before it as it hurtled toward the Hyperion demon.

But the demon was gone, vanished without a trace from where he had stood moments before.

'Where did he go?'

Reynold's mind raced as the demon slipped beyond the reach of his senses.

Then, a voice cut through the air behind him, cold, mocking, and filled with venom.

"This is why I call your race, and dragons, stupid. You only become bigger targets after your so-called transformations"

The Hyperion demon sneered, a cruel smile curling his lips as his eyes locked onto Reynold.

The flames engulfing the phoenix flared with devastating intensity, threatening to reduce the very sky to ashes.