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- Rising up straight, Madrigus inhaled deeply. Celebrant laughed, puffing out his chest“at the other dragon and baring his teeth.
- “What is Madrigus doing?” Raxtus wondered. “No breath weapon can touch my father.”
- Madrigus exhaled a concentrated stream of darkness. Celebrant pivoted away from the black column at the last moment, but the exhalation struck the side of his chest before he spun to the ground. Platinum scales sprayed into the air like coins.
- “What?” Raxtus exclaimed.
- Now Madrigus was laughing.
- “How?” Celebrant demanded. “Not a single dragon has mastered the seething night since Grugnar of old.”
- “My ancestor,” Madrigus boasted.
- “He kept that breath weapon a secret,” Raxtus said, worry in his voice. “No wonder he thought he had a chance against Father—seething night can eat away any material.”
- Chapter 7-Challenge
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