Suddenly—
RUMBLE!!
Adolf sprung up from the heart of the crater, a coughing growl escaping his mouth as he staggered forward.
He was a mess.
His body steamed with residual heat from the explosion.
Charred lines stretched across his arms and torso, his obsidian-like skin cracked and flaking in several places.
One of his horns had fractured at the base, and blood trickled down his temple in thin, dark streams.
The claws on his right hand were shattered down to the base knuckles, and worse still—his wings were barely functional.
They hung behind him like ruined banners, the membrane torn and clipped at the edges, burnt down to scorched nubs.
His breath came in ragged pants, shoulders heaving as he struggled to remain upright.
Even so—
He raised his head.
And froze.
Harry hovered high above him, cloaked in fire and dominance.
The flaming wings at his back spread wide like a monarch presiding over his battlefield.
