Thousands of degrees of terrifying high temperature scorched their skin and muscles, devouring their internal organs and bones.
The madly burning flames lashed out, spitting tongues of fire with bared fangs and claws.
The Jackalwere slaves who had narrowly escaped death fled in panic in all directions.
Hiding in the dark, the Dwarven Elves were calm and composed, continuously shooting arrows at Fire Dragon Diago as he descended.
The pitch-black arrows somehow tore through its sturdy red scales, inflicting damage on this legendary creature.
Arrowheads wrought from Fine Gold, that was their lethal power!
However, such minor injuries were completely ignored by Fire Dragon Diago, who didn't even care if the arrows were poisoned.
Its blazing hot blood could easily devour most toxins, transforming them into endless rage.
The continuous whispering at the edge of its hearing only fueled Fire Dragon Diago's anger even more.
