As if it could smell her intentions, the dragon shifted and raised its head high. Plenty of players lunged at its chest as it puffed it out, searching for the legendary reverse scale that would pierce its heart. A reverse scale that did not exist, but that didn't stop them.
The dragon cared not for their attempts, as they were nothing more than tickles, and even seemed to have a wicked gleam in its eye as it was surrounded by deadly steel and a newly arrived army.
It's mouth opened wide and a light appeared in its mouth, but it was not the light of its lava breath. Lines of mana drew themselves into existence instead, rapidly forming into a rather simplistic magical circle, in Belladonna's opinion as it only involved a few runes, multiple minor ones that spelled out the range and such, with two major that defined the spells actual intentions.
