Lightshow Finale

The hot winds above that were thrown about in the azure skies howled like a dog waiting for dinner; there had never been a simile worse than that, something that bared repeating twice.

Crags marring the scorched earth extended for what could seem like an eternity as dust flailed about, washing through the air and scattering endlessly.

The great battle which had just commenced and was to subject to a lot of delays and a lotta other problems had come to a close - and after a month or so, the finale was about to start.

Many magicians who wielded the power of those winged cryptids fought in this clash, and yet, whether it be due to being incapable of overcoming the roads ahead or from outside interference, only a single Dragon Slayer was left. With power comes inflated ego- and this was an attempt to cure such a thing before everyone suffered for it; no, this was the final test.

Sun shining like light down upon the lands, a young-looking man with stark-white hair made his appearance known, having sealed up the holes where battle had previously been partaken in after the losers had left. There was naught but a single adversary to take the title of Dragon Slayer King away. As he ran his hand through his hair, Vincent Albion muttered, "Well, are you ready? You've done quite well for yourself. I'm surprised - a man your age should be yelling at kids on his lawn." Said the four hundred year old relic of the past.