For the first time in forever, Damon felt like he was in a losing battle. One with which he had no business, neither did he have any chance of victory. Going against one of the two Draconian brothers would be manageable. His chances of winning are still somewhere slightly above fifty but then with the presence of the second foe his chance of victory was somewhere around twenty percent if not lower. A miracle will be required to boost his chances by a small number.
"Is that fear I smell from the great death mage?" Fei in his red dragon form laughed loudly.
"It would be disappointing If the great death mage is scared of us after a few pointers" Raizen in his silver dragon laughed cruelly.
Hearing this Damon maintained his calm while his eyes revealed deep hatred for the duo. For so long countless hosts have been murdered by the world for just existing. Few manage to reach the old gods but they all fell eventually...