The Wyrmling roared, shaking the cavern as it lunged toward the two girls. Its claws, sharp and gleaming, tore through the air, sending chunks of stone flying. The force of its movements made the ground tremble beneath their feet.
"Okay, this is officially ridiculous," Liria muttered, gripping her sword tightly. Sweat dripped down her brow, mixing with the dust coating her face.
"Less talking, more fighting!" Enara snapped, summoning a crackling ball of Darkfire in her hands. The flames danced and twisted like living serpents.
The Wyrmling's glowing yellow eyes narrowed as it zeroed in on them. Before Enara could launch her attack, the beast let out a guttural roar and charged, its wings whipping up gusts of wind that nearly knocked them off their feet.
