The air was thick with smoke and heat, the ground scorched and littered with debris from the dragon's fiery onslaught.
Every breath Rain took was labored, the air choked with the acrid stench of burning stone and the oppressive heat that radiated from the dragon's fiery breath.
Golly's frantic efforts to stabilize the teleportation runes were a small beacon of hope amid the chaos. The gnome's hands flew over the runes, his usually steady fingers now trembling with the weight of the situation.
His face was flushed with exertion, beads of sweat dripping down his brow as he mumbled incantations under his breath.
The runes flickered erratically, a reflection of the interference from the dragon's potent magic. Each flash of light was accompanied by a surge of hope and despair, a tantalizing glimpse of salvation that seemed just out of reach.
