The flying dragon, tearing at the fiery tumor on its neck, opened its mouth, and a blast of flame erupted from within, quickly spreading out soon after it left the ferocious, massive maw.
The surging flames, as if suddenly wrenched open, quickly enveloped the view of everyone nearby.
Beyond the blaze, there was nothing else to be seen.
Yet, the flames that spewed from that draconic mouth seemed to have a will of their own, deliberately avoiding the soldiers of Star Dragon City and swiftly bearing down upon those of the Snake People Outpost.
Arrows could no longer be fired, and the silhouettes exuding poison fog struggled and leapt within the swiftly climbing wall of fire, ending up as nothing but ash!
The sky was no longer pitch black, having been thoroughly illuminated by the orange-yellow flames.
Lind stood, both hands resting on his broken sword, looking at the ten engulfed by flames, his pupils reflecting the fully flame-consumed Snake People Outpost.
