Chapter 32 - The White Blip

Arthur's massive claws scraped against the cracked ground of the Scorched Flats as he flexed his wings, shaking off the remnants of the Sulfur Prowler's ambush. The heat of the terrain still pulsed beneath him, but his body, scarred and smoldering, was finally healing. His Hardened Carapace absorbed the environment's essence at a slow trickle, knitting torn scales and soothing bruised flesh. Every breath felt lighter now, each exhale releasing a sense of growing strength.