Amidst the chaos of battle, Diana's strength waned as the Pyrodrake unleashed a devastating attack. Its fiery maw loomed closer, threatening to consume her. Just as all seemed lost, a burst of wind swept through the battlefield, carrying with it a familiar presence.
August, having witnessed Diana's new Glacial Glide spell, recognized the principles and intricacies behind it with a single glance. He realized that she had drawn inspiration from his own flight spell, understanding the connection between their abilities. With a swift movement, he positioned himself between Diana and the Pyrodrake, using his Flicker of the Wind spell to evade the creature's killing blow.
As August landed gracefully, his gaze met the Pyrodrake's fiery eyes, filled with an unwavering determination. He spoke with a voice laced with ice and steel, "You will never be a dragon, merely a cheap imitation." The words dripped with contempt, a stark reminder of the Pyrodrake's inferiority.
