The monstrous figure roared, molten eyes blazing with hatred as it pounded the ground with its massive fists, sending tremors through the street. Citizens scattered in terror, their screams echoing off the stone walls of Eldermire's narrow streets.
Layla held her ground, magic crackling at her fingertips. "Raziel, keep it busy!" she ordered sharply.
Without hesitation, Raziel surged forward, his enchanted blade flashing in the afternoon sun. He met the beast's next blow head-on, deflecting its clawed hand with a spray of sparks.
"Luna," Layla whispered urgently, pressing her fingers to her shoulder.
A shimmer of light rippled across her cloak as a small, dragon-like creature materialized from thin air, stretching its silver wings lazily. Her scales shimmered like polished moonstone, and her sapphire eyes gleamed with keen intelligence.
"Time to work," Layla urged, her voice steady.
