"Hold on tight!" Malrang's voice echoed urgently through our connection. Her body erupted in purple flames, enveloping the two of us in a protective blaze. My focus wavered, and the connection to the gem was severed.
"I'll hold on as much as you need… but please make haste," she added, her voice tinged with desperation.
Through the veil of flames, I saw the dragon closing in fast, its massive crimson wings tearing through the air with ferocious power. Its mouth began to glow, a molten red like heated metal reaching its melting point.
WHOOOSH!
A massive fireball, at least ten meters tall, hurtled toward us, its heat rolling in waves as it threatened to cook us alive. My instincts screamed at me to act, but I placed all my trust in Malrang.
