-BOOOOOM!!!
Vysindra unleashed another devastating torrent of purple fire upon the battlefield below.
The stream tore into the earth with such monstrous force that the ground itself split and rose in jagged chunks before being swallowed by the flames. In the next instant, everything caught beneath the blast was reduced to ash. Men, armor, flesh, blood-creatures, none of it lasted long against the dragon's scorching breath.
Amael held tightly to one of Vysindra's protruding horns, his expression hard and dark as he stared over the burning plains.
"I'm sorry for dragging you into this, my friend," he said.
"Don't worry about it," Vysindra replied, his voice rumbling. "You can call me anytime you need help dealing with Merithra's creations."
Amael nearly laughed despite everything.
"Why do you hate her that much?" He asked.
