Saffron
I gritted my teeth at the giant dragon. Those wings of his, they were preparing to blow us away.
My eyes widened as goo struck the edge of the barrier. The dreamscrape, it was getting ready to attack us as well.
"Demosnia!" yelled as I signaled to Rose to form a powerful barrier quickly.
"Yes?" the fake Rodrigo said, smirking.
Why had Demosnia taken his form?
"What do you want with Milo? Why are you trying to keep him stuck in this realm?"
He folded his arms and snickered. "Why? For fun of course." He spread his arms out. "See this dragon? It is the manifestation of your fears! The more fear, the more nourishment for yours truly."
I clenched my fists, feeling the anger rise within me. This was all just a game to him, a sick form of entertainment. And Milo was the pawn stuck in the middle of it all.
"You won't get away with this," I growled, my gaze fixed on the fake Rodrigo.
