Chapter 22: Darkness.
Several jets blasted by and helicopters followed right after. Seconds later they reached the area where the black dragon tossed and turned.
Normal weapons would deal little to no damage when it came to a creature like that, but the soldiers piloting the aircrafts did not have the luxury to care; their job was to shoot the threat and that's what they were going to do.
Missiles dropped from the sky and violent detonations followed them. Machine guns rained bullets on the suffering abomination and Tanks started blowing it with their rail-guns.
The attacks came from every direction, allowing Malarack not a moment of respite. But the dragon himself cared very little about any of that. All his suffering came from other sources.
First, it was the blinding light cast at him by the Awakened, then there was his right eye that had been stabbed.
A new world full of fresh, uncorrupted Souls. No one capable of defying him should've been here, but after all the effort he put into crossing the border, not only did he allow his meal to escape, but he also let a damned ■■■■■■ take his right eye.
'Unforgivable...' a thought arose among the chaos of Madness. 'Truly... unforgivable!'
Under the barrage of fire, Malarak slowly rose up. The pain from his only wound steered up his Madness, severing the restraints holding him back from climbing the steps of greatness. The Aether he hoarded for so long seeped into his Soul, nourishing its growth as it changed into a new form.
The bloody crown hovering above his head turned into a blur that became clearer with each passing second. It revealed a set of shapes and symbols, Runes that spun around in circles, each one overflowing with malice, evil, and Madness.
The jagged Runes morphed and changed, some disappearing with new ones taking their place.
In a matter of seconds, new Runes replaced the old ones, and with the change halting the rings began spinning once more, turning into a blur before melding to the form of a crown.