Bab 1338: First Ancient Dragon Slain

As Michael plunged his sword deeper into Malevolous's heart, a torrent of thick, crimson blood erupted from the wound. The liquid was so dark it almost appeared black, gushing forth with tremendous force.

"Holy shit!" Michael gasped as the blood splashed across his face, nearly drowning him in its volume.

The colossal heart, still beating despite the grievous injury, pumped out gallons of blood with each labored contraction. Michael found himself struggling to keep his footing, the sheer quantity of the fluid threatening to sweep him away.

Steam rose from Michael's armor as the dragon's blood made contact. The heat was intense, far beyond what normal blood should be. Michael's face felt like it was on fire, the skin blistering and peeling away almost instantly.

"Fuck, that burns!" he growled through gritted teeth.