The red dragon growled loudly, opening its enormous mouth and showing us its jumbo sharp teeth. Its red scales glittered under the setting sun with its every move.
“We’d be lucky to enter its mouth without being incinerated first!” Shamaro said, eyes never leaving the dragon.
I looked at my tattoo again, studying if there was another thing to get from that portal before we’d reach the mythical Dal’gahn Mountain. An irregular octagon caught my attention. It was right beneath the dragon’s heart, near its belly. I wondered what it could be. But I wasn’t able to decipher it or even had time to discern it as the dragon roared before it launched a super hot purple fire in our direction. I could even feel it before it was being released.
I was torn because I couldn’t simply get out of the way
