The baby dragon was still glued to my side as we made our way back to the demon training centre. Each step seemed heavier with the tiny but weighty responsibility hanging around my neck quite literally.
The little black-and-white creature, now affectionately named Ignis by one of the soldiers (much to my dismay), had fully settled into the role of my personal accessory, despite my every attempt to discourage it.
My demon soldiers were trying and failing not to laugh as we crossed the threshold of the massive obsidian gates leading into the training grounds.
"Captain," one of them said with a mock salute, "seems like you've got yourself a new recruit."
I shot him a glare that could have turned him to ash. "Not another word, Ruvan, or I'll make you the dragon's caretaker."
He raised his hands in mock surrender, but I could see the grin threatening to break through. "Sure, sure. I'm just saying, you two make a good team."
