Pact of Blood
Standing entirely alone at the edge of the precipice, Laura raised her hands toward the darkening sky.
Her dual-toned eyes blazed with brilliant, harmonic light as she began channeling her energy upward, projecting a pure, resonant frequency that echoed far out into the stratosphere. A moment later, a deafening, joyful roar answered her call from above.
The sovereign Black Dragon plunged gracefully through the cloud line, its massive obsidian scales catching the last golden rays of sunlight. It circled the spire three times before landing softly on the stone terrace, folding its colossal wings and bowing its horned head directly in front of Laura.