As soon as the words left his mouth, Shadow Dragon Vorundar drew in a deep breath. The dark energy surging through his body exploded into chaos, like the end of the world had arrived. Space itself seemed to tear open into a black void, radiating a terrifying, suffocating pressure.
"Withering Breath!"
Once again, that devastating innate ability erupted with full force.
Every Dungeon hero's face changed instantly. They braced themselves, ready for impact.
But this time—before the attack could even reach them—Green Dragon Thandor stepped forward, planting himself right in the path of that terrifying wave of darkness… and stopped it cold.
"Vorundar, did you forget I'm still here?" Thandor's voice was calm but sharp as ice, his presence unwavering as he locked eyes with the Shadow Dragon.
"You…" Vorundar's whole body trembled. His expression froze, then twisted into a mask of fury. His face darkened, almost turning black with rage—but there was nothing he could do.
