When Titans Clash, The Wizard and the Black Dragon Print

When Titans Clash, The Wizard and the Black Dragon Beneath a storm-darkened sky, on a shattered plateau of obsidian and ash, the mighty Archmage Seraphon the Eternal stands tall, his robes aflame with arcane power. His silver hair whips in the howling winds, eyes glowing with the ancient knowledge of a thousand lifetimes. Before him, towering like a mountain of living shadow, is the Colossal Black Dragon, Drakthar the Devourer, whose scales absorb the light, turning day into night. The dragon's molten eyes fixate on the wizard, smoke curling from its nostrils as it readies a breath of deathly fire. Lightning crackles in the heavens, illuminating the battlefield where earth and sky tremble in anticipation. Seraphon raises his staff, the gem at its tip burning with the fury of the sun, and with a voice that echoes across worlds, he speaks the first word of a spell that could shatter reality itself. Drakthar’s wings unfurl, blocking out the storm as a roar like the end of all things erupts from its throat. The ground splits, flames burst from the cracks, and the very air seems to hold its breath. The final clash between immortal magic and ancient wrath is moments away, and the world teeters on the brink of oblivion.