"Sir we have a massive problem!", an Ishak soldier screamed, bundling through the front of an igloo towards where Kwaki was sat.
Kwaki cocked a brow towards him, "An issue? How could we have any issues now Rekior is gone?".
The Ishak looked over his shoulder as a dragon made entirely of water slammed into the centre of the camp, instantly killing everyone around it. A sword pierced through the back of the Ishak. Kamil stepped into the igloo, the Ishak slid from his blade leaving a bloody trail in its wake.
A cacophony of screams echoed for a few moments before immediately subsiding. Milo and Ellen emerged from behind Kamil and stood face to face with Kwaki.
Kwaki rose and puffed out his chest, yet his air of intimidation had dwindled significantly thanks to the injuries he sustained. He stepped forward, towering of Milo and his group.
"Is this him?", Kamil asked, turning away from Kwaki.
