Eccar felt the pain — sharp and real. But pain was no stranger to him. He had known it long before he ever gained his Dragonborn power.
Back then, pain was just part of survival, and now, after everything he'd endured, it wasn't something he feared or even hated anymore. There was something he despised far more now, it was the Rage.
Straightening his body, Eccar rose to his full height, blood still trickling from the fresh cuts carved by the wind.
Across from him, the bird-man watched closely, a flicker of relief flashing in his eyes at the sight. At least this enemy could bleed. That meant he could be killed.
"Nice attack," Eccar muttered, his voice rough but steady.
The bird-man gritted his beak. He knew this foe was no ordinary intruder. As one of the forest's highest champions, he was deeply attuned to the ancient god's power and wielded wind Magic with deadly precision.
