The dragons engaged in a standoff, sizing each other up before initiating their clash. The Red Emperor and Frostbane exchanged intense glares, seemingly awaiting the opportune moment to commence their draconic duel.
Now, I'm no expert on Red Emperor, but Frostbane's got a brain as sharp as ours – probably even more so. Sadly, its genius level took a hit when it became my summoned creature.
If it hadn't, who knows? We might have had a chaotic fight that could even make the situation worse.
The Red Emperor took the initiative with a thunderous roar, expelling flames that transformed the surroundings into molten lava.
This is bad since the lava direction also coming here.
"Time to move, guys!" I told the kids. "Anyone got a flying skill?"
"We can," said the buzz-cut child with brown eyes. "But Yvonne's MP is drained."
Yvonne, seemingly the most injured, looked dejected with her short red hair covering her face.
