Victory!

Surveying the aftermath within the confines of the Sky Lock, Bruce's gaze fell upon Kasavia, now a defeated shell of his former self, lying prone and breathless on the ground. Despite the dragon's dire state, Bruce's eyes remained impassive, devoid of any hint of mercy. The life of the black dragon hung by a thread, easily snipped by Bruce's will.

Reaching out with his consciousness, Bruce forged a telepathic link with Kasavia, his voice carrying a chilling indifference. "Black dragon Kasavia, do you recall the green dragon hatchling you once pursued, pleading for mercy? Now, as you stand on the brink of death, clarity shall be your final gift. Not even in the afterlife will you find solace, for I intend to bind your soul, denying it even the darkest recesses of hell."

Kasavia's mind raced, memories flooding back, yet no recollection of such a hatchling surfaced. Decades had passed, and many encounters had been forgotten, but this accusation seemed misplaced.