The dragon's voice, a guttural rumble that echoed through the Abyss, carried an unexpected intelligence. It recognized Alex's purpose, a glimmer of respect flickering in its otherwise vacant eyes.
"So it was you running amok in my turf. You're here to undo the curse, I presume?" it asked, its voice carrying a strange melody.
Alex returned the stare, a flicker of respect mirroring the dragon's. "Nice deduction," he replied, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins. "Let us begin and not waste time."
The dragon inclined its serpentine head, a gesture of acceptance. Without further preamble, both lunged simultaneously.
Their bodies collided with a force that shook the very foundations of the Abyss. Alex's fist, infused with the power of chaos, met the dragon's scaled hide with a thunderous impact. The dragon retaliated with a swipe of its clawed limb, a strike that carried the weight of centuries of malice.