"Still struggling? Crushing an ant like you is effortless."
Velorith sneered from above. She morphed back into her massive dragon form and swiped a razor-sharp claw at Orson.
His expression turned grim. There was no doubt—if he got caught by those claws, even with a million HP, it would be instant death.
Orson swung his spellblade and shouted, "Explosive Fireball!"
Velorith blinked, a flicker of surprise in her eyes as the fireball detonated mid-air.
Such a low-tier fire spell was laughable in the eyes of the Lightning Dragon Queen—but in that split-second flash, Orson had shifted his position more than ten meters to the side, narrowly evading her claws.
"Impressive control," Velorith admitted. Maybe Soros's death wasn't pure luck after all.
"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet," Orson replied coldly, his body plummeting downward, but it didn't hinder his casting.
A Chaos Hexagram appeared beneath Velorith, sealing her in place.
"Awakened Skill – Grip of the Underworld!"
