Third Person pov :
The giant, glowing silver claws of the White Wolf came down like five falling meteorites.
Aurora did not hesitate. She did not feel an ounce of pity for the ancient monster cowering in the mud. Malakor threw up his one remaining arm, desperately trying to block the strike with a shield of dark purple fire.
It was completely useless.
Aurora’s massive paw smashed through the dark fire as if it were nothing but thin smoke. Her heavy claws struck Malakor’s chest with the force of a speeding train. The razor-sharp blades of solid moonlight sliced right through the center of his remaining obsidian armor.
CRAAACK!
The heavy stone completely shattered. The pieces of his ancient armor flew across the courtyard, leaving Malakor's twisted, glowing purple chest completel
