🔥The Flight Of :- Sylvia And Luthar🔥
In the crimson glow of twilight, the sky trembled.
Above the jagged peaks of the Ashen Ridge, two mighty dragons hovered in silence—Sylvia, the Dragon of Light, her silver-blue scales catching the dying sun, and Luthar, the Wyrm of Destruction, his shadowy body pulsing with fire and rage.
They were not just enemies.
They were happily married couples
Born of the same flame, raised by the ancient winds, torn apart by destiny.
“I begged you to stop,” Sylvia whispered, voice like a breeze before a storm. “You burned cities, Luthar… you turned our name into fear.”
Luthar’s reply was a growl deep as the earth. “I brought strength where you brought weakness. Let the world kneel before dragons again.”
Then, without another word, they charged.
Wings beat like thunder. Lightning and fire collided in the sky, setting clouds ablaze. Sylvia's breath was a beam of searing light, while Luthar’s was molten ruin.
They tore through the heavens, clawing and biting, old memories lost in rage.
Mountains cracked beneath them.
Forests died in their shadow.
But neither yielded.
Their final strike came as one—Sylvia’s talons piercing Luthar’s chest, Luthar’s fire burning straight through Sylvia’s heart.
In that moment, the sky screamed.
The two dragons fell—wings torn, bodies locked, light and shadow spiraling downward like a comet of doom.
They crashed into the Valley of Silence.
And silence it was.
No roar. No wind. No survivors.
Only scorched earth and silver feathers in ash and left their body peacefully
