Third Person's Pov
The winged demons dove straight for the three figures at the center like a hail storm, ready to devour them alive.
From the corner of her eyes Aella caught Eros trying to dive towards her, “Don't. Trust me” she hissed through their bond.
She could feel his resistance, he felt her determination, but the demons were only mere minutes away from them, just then Aragon threw his head backwards, his stomach swelled and through his dark scales, something hot boiled.
The air turned hot steam escaped through the corners of his mouth, then he shot forward and exhaled.
Flames roared out like a torrent turning the first hundred winged creatures into toast, the atmosphere lifted up with the scent of roasted bones, meat and skin.
The others stopped in their tracks, looking
