POV Alesia:
The short elven girl with her long blonde hair split into two ponytails stood on top of a tall cliff. She nervously looked at her master facing her as she carefully observed each nook and cranny of the armor as she ran calculations within her head.
A large glowing crystal stood right beside her, pulsing in faint neon-red light.
It wasn't even a smooth surface. Instead, it was filled with crevices, rough salients, and sharp nooks and crannies, making it all the more difficult.
She slowly breathed in to calm her nerves, the ash and dust from the surrounding air getting sucked into her nose, yet it did not affect her.
"We can proceed, your Majesty."
The dragon nodded his huge head, which was easily big enough to crush whole buildings, making her gulp down.
