"OSSSAAA!!" Bel's screams reached his ears, yet he couldn't recognize that name, a name bestowed upon him by her.
He, ignoring or seemingly indifferent towards the name, tore through the sky, his black aura wings beating heavily behind him, fervently following the dark green aurora to wherever it lead.
Crackle!! Crackling!!
Lightning flashed around him, entrapping him like a spider's web. The blue lightning streaking across the cloudless sky wove like a net to catch prey—a prey that seemed to be him.
"This is in the way," he thought, letting out a burst of his dragonic energy, the power repelling the coiling lightning on his body.
His eyes never leaving the aurora, he opted to continue his journey, momentarily halted by the lightning net. But to his dismay, a javelin made of pure dragonic energy was shot from behind him. His warrior instincts warned him just in time, and he dodged it—the javelin missing him entirely. It seemed the culprit never meant to kill, only to injure.
