She let out the breath she was holding, along with a slight whimper. She could hear Cecil shouted joyously behind her.
Arkan had won.
Arkan had won for her.
The black dragon finally descended to the ground on top of the green dragon. He withheld his weight with only three legs. One of his front legs was curled to avoid it touching the ground. His wings were ripped here and then. Blood still dripped viciously from his leg and from other parts of his body. There was a bite mark on his neck and shoulder, also red and swollen wounds on his torso and tail. And when he looked at Lyria, he looked tired.
All creatures that had watched bow slightly to Arkan. A sign of respect and obedience to the victor, to the strongest among them all. Then, one by one, they took off to who-knows-where. The
