Azura's POV
Torrents of golden fire poured from his massive jaws, lighting up the dark clouds above us.
The Bornes screamed as the heat consumed them, their shattered bones turning to dust before they could even attempt to reassemble. The entire sky burned a terrifying, beautiful red.
Then a smooth, cold voice cut through the sound of roaring flames.
"Interesting," Lysander said, his tone dripping with quiet mockery.
We all turned around instantly.
The Alpha King was standing on the rocky ridge behind us, looking at us through Nicholas's eyes. Fully armored warriors flanked him on both sides, their blades drawn.
Behind them, swarms of extra shadows and fresh Bornes spilled out from the dark treeline.
Lysander smirked, tilting his head to the side as he evaluated us.
"Really. I'm impressed you brought a dragon. But why don't we make this a little harder? It's getting far too easy."
