“Tear down the wall! Inflamus!” commanded the Shaman.
The abyssal dragon inhaled vigorously, building up a firestorm in its fuming mouth. Its eyes raged with hunger as it unleashed 3 consecutive fire balls on the stone wall, blowing it to bits. The fire blast ripped down the bricks and stone, reducing the wall to a pile of rubble.
Count Ferol fell on his knees and begged for mercy. With his distorted face rubbing against the ground he pleaded, “Please spare me, O abyssal master. I offer you my soul.”
“Father! What are you doing?” Edmund tried to pull him up but the old man paid no attention to his efforts. Unable to help his father, he too fell on his knees. He looked up at the terrible frame of the fire breathing monstrosity which loomed over their kingdom, with tears welling in his e
