“If normal attacks won’t hurt it, then we’ll use something that isn’t.”

Jared drew in a deep breath.

In that instant, the Golden Dragon Bloodline within him surged to its limit.

Golden draconic energy erupted from his body, gathering behind him into the phantom of a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon.

The phantom was far more solid than it had been when he faced Skylar. Its eyes burned with brilliance, and its pressure rolled outward in waves, as if it were about to tear free from the void itself.

The golden dragon sigils along the Dragonslayer Sword flared wildly.

Each mark blazed like fire—like it was roaring.