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The mutated dragon, swollen with the power of the void, opened its maw wide. Its jaws snapped shut over an alchemical automaton darting low across its flank.
Steel shrieked against sinew. For a heartbeat, metal resisted scale and fang. Then came the inevitable conclusion: the construct crumpled into a mangled heap of twisted scrap, plummeting lifelessly to the earth.
The dragon wheeled skyward, wings thrashing. Its ascent was stiff and unnatural, as if some unseen thread jerked it along a rigid path.
Around it, more of its kind moved the same way—like mere puppets being jerked around. The automata and hellspawn that had once held them in check now lay annihilated.
Only reinforcements from Skyborne City's forges and the endless tide spilling from the Hellgate remained to contest them. Against such numbers, ordinary troops could accomplish little.
Freed of distractions, the altered dragons fixed upon greater prey: the towering Iron King Bogul, and the infernal lord who had clawed its way out of a titanic demon's corpse to walk the material plane himself.
Bogul's iron fist roared forward. The rocket thrusters on its gauntlet ignited, powering the blow. The charge met the first mutated dragon head-on.
Alloy triumphed over flesh. The colossal momentum pulverized the dragon, its body bursting apart in a rain of gore and splintered bone against the titan's steel frame.
But that was only an appetizer, a taste of what was to come. Iron King Bogul's shoulder plating split wide, revealing banks of alchemical cannon barrels. They whirred into position and locked onto the swarming dragons. Thunder answered thunder as a storm of fire raked the skies.
Explosions blossomed like malignant suns. Several dragons were shredded mid-flight; others tumbled wingless into the dirt.
But many continued to surge through the...
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