Chapter 245 Perfection

• The hoard of Syrics shrieked in unison, their pale, muscular bodies writhing as fire clung to their bent forms. Bulging eyes burst in heat, curved ears curled like dried leaves, and fanged maws gaped wide in soundless agony. Their digitigrade legs thrashed, claws raking trenches in the ground, while their doubled hands clawed at nothing—melting to charred stumps beneath the storm of flame. The swarm convulsed and broke apart, their horrifying forms devoured one by one in the dragon’s inferno.
• From where the Redrick and others stood, the sight was staggering—Noah buried no longer, for the dragon had chosen its target.
• The dragon did not stop with a single blast. Its massive chest heaved, and again the sky split with fire. Stream after stream of searing flame poured downward, drowning the writhing horde in a relentless inferno. Pale, muscular bodies blackened and split, claws and doubled hands melted to twisted ash, and their shrieks became a chorus of death.