Drakonis watched with concern as Desina dashed towards the exit, her determination evident in every stride. “Easy, dear,” he called after her, his voice a futile attempt to temper her urgency.
Outside, the scene unfolded with an intensity matched only by the storm raging overhead. Lord Kealan’s defiant cry echoed through the tempest as he unleashed a torrent of dragonfire upon his adversary, Alpha Colyn. The flames licked at Colyn’s form, searing his scales and sending him crashing to the ground amidst the downpour that quenched the fiery onslaught.
But Alpha Colyn was not so easily vanquished. With a fierce growl, he rose to his feet, his movements fluid and powerful despite the injuries inflicted upon him. His eyes blazed with a primal light, illuminated by the crackling energy of the
