The Wrath Of Zarathos

Zarathos roared in agony, momentarily distracted. Seizing the opportunity, Kael dove towards the black dragon, unleashing a devastating storm of blue fire and ice. The elements swirled together in a deadly vortex, enveloping Zarathos and driving him back.

The battlefield was a cacophony of chaos and destruction. The clash of steel, the roars of combatants, and the guttural cries of the fallen filled the air. Amidst this tumult, Kael and Zarathos's titanic battle raged in the skies above, casting shadows over the battlefield.

"Give up, Zarathos!" Kael bellowed, his voice reverberating through the heavens.

Zarathos's eyes blazed with fury. "You are no match for me, Kael!

Zarathos was far from defeated. With a roar that shook the very foundations of the earth, he summoned the his full power. Dark energy surged through him, his form expanding and shifting. The black dragon grew larger, more menacing, his scales glowing with an unholy light.