Adam's wings beat hard, carrying him through a narrow gap between two jagged stalactites as the dragon's [Void Prism] screamed past, close enough to scorch the tips of his scales. He tucked, rolled, and emerged on the other side, his crimson eyes fixed on the massive serpentine form coiling below.
"I need to figure out how to stop its regeneration," he muttered, dodging another volley of [Shadow Lances] that tore through the air where his head had been a heartbeat before. The lances embedded themselves in the stone ceiling, cracking the mirrored surface and sending shards of glass raining down.
Adam twisted, wings folding, and dropped into a steep dive. The dragon's jaws opened wide, a beam of prismatic light gathering in its throat. Adam's eyes narrowed. He waited until the last possible moment, then snapped his wings open, pulling up hard. The [Prismatic Beam] shot past him, carving a trench through the stalactites above.
"[Tempest Sovereign]!"
