James stood amidst the remnants of his victory, the blue flames of his dragon energy slowly fading as he landed on the cold stone of the mountain. His breath came in ragged gasps, but he could feel the power surging through his veins, a raw, untamed force that made him feel invincible. His ornate dragon horns, streaked with glowing blue energy, throbbed with life, and his wings flared wide as if they had a life of their own, pulsating with the energy he had unleashed.
Lynara and Cherry rushed to his side, their expressions filled with awe and concern. Pippy, ever the steady companion, stepped forward, her eyes locked on him with a mixture of admiration and relief.
"James..." Lynara breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. Her fiery demeanor seemed subdued for a moment as she stared at the still-sizzling air where the shadow of Zarathros had been destroyed. "That... was incredible."
