906 The Mighty Norvin

Noah faced the two dragons, their scaly bodies towering over him as they let out thunderous roars. The fiery light from their breath illuminated the darkened sky, casting an eerie glow on the barren land around them. Noah's white-hilted swords glimmered in the light, their blades sharp and deadly.

The wind howled around them, carrying the scent of burnt earth and the sound of the dragons' roars. Noah's heart raced as he charged toward the dragons, his swords raised high. He could feel the power of the dragons pulsating through the air, their strength palpable.

The red dragon breathed a jet of flames at him, but Noah deftly dodged the attack, his swords flashing as he struck the dragon's scaly hide. The black dragon swooped down from the sky, its sharp claws aimed at him, but Noah rolled out of the way just in time.