A flash of mirrored light rippled out as the spatial lattice unfolded across the ridge, spreading over the ground like a pool glittering with scattered starlight.
"Come back!" Aetrexa's brows furrowed as she tried to call the Holy Light Dragon King back. She didn't know what Orgod—Orson—was planning, but she was certain it was nothing good.
The Holy Light Dragon King thrashed wildly, letting out a piercing, agonized howl. It snapped its massive jaws around Crimson Lizard King's neck, tearing away a swath of dragon scales.
But Crimson Lizard King was like an emotionless war machine—cold, relentless. Her claws dug into the bones of her opponent, hooking in like steel anchors. She pinned the Holy Light Dragon King down, completely immobilizing its wings.
Orson's eyes flashed. He waited for the perfect moment.
Just before both dragons were about to fall into the spatial lattice, a new rift split open.
"Battle Space."
