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"You’re the one who whispered to me in the dark when the Council was carving into my bones. You’re the 'Extinction' they were so afraid of." The figure—the Red-Winged Dante—stepped into the light. It was a perfect, terrifying blend of us. It had Dante’s lethal, massive frame and his predator’s stance, but from its spine erupted a pair of wings that were an exact, burning replica of mine. They weren't made of "Void-Lead" or "Obsidian-Gold." They were made of Primal Fire, a deep, arterial red that seemed to drink the light from the room.

"You've improved." I blinked. "Really?" "Yes." His gaze moved over me. "Your balance is better." Before I could argue further, a very big shadow swept across the courtyard. I immediately lifted my eyes to the sky and saw two dragons soaring above Volkar. Their enormous wings stretched across the sky as they circled the fortress. My breath seized. It didn't matter how many times I saw them. The sight was always breathtaking. Sarah stopped beside me. "Creator." Mina followed my gaze. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that."

Across one link. Then another. Then another. Emmy stood. Ignisvath rose beside her. They joined hands. Not because the magic demanded it. Because they chose to. The chain broke. The sound shook the Dragontooth Mountains. Xander roared. Caliana screamed. Dimitrius raised his staff. White fire erupted toward the ceiling. The broken chain fell. And from inside the First Flame— something stepped forward. A dragon. Not flesh. Not entirely. Made of white flame and black shadow.

Heads snapped toward the voice on that frozen battlefield, toward a tear in the void that rippled open like a wound of pure darkness and blinding white flame. A silhouette stepped through first. Tall, terrifying, wings, the color of dark void with gold and red highlights on its edges, a mix of primordial void, blood, hell, and burning divinity. Lucifer. His wings spread wide, casting a shadow to devour the battlefield and a radiance to drown out the moonlight. His eyes now burned with a deeper, older power none had seen since the First War.

I roar as loud as I can, my mighty wings gaining power, I turn to look to my left and the three dragons are now alongside me. The biggest of the dragons nods his head as we fly into the black sky. Whoever these dragons are, I am grateful they are on my side, and it gives me the courage I need to face Tyber once again. He stands in front of me, his massive body alight with flames, I roar as loud as I can as the flames shout from my mouth, Davin joins me as he sends his own flames into the clouds and the three dragons lets out a roar as they each join in, The heat is immense, and I can hear Tyber cries as the flames surround him holding him in place as the Good gods send their streams of light

Calix ended up lying down after I had tickled every little part that I had listed, his little head now resting on my lap as I continued. “Once she felt ready she opened her eyes and watched as each little dragon was swallowed up by bright lights of different colors. She walked up to each one and bestowed upon them a unique Blessing with a single touch of her hand. To the solid black dragon she gave the Blessing of Lightning, smiling as the red light around her glowed even brighter. To the snowy white dragon she gave the Blessing of Ore, watching as the icy blue light grew around him. To the golden brown dragon she gave the Blessing of the Sea, laughing as the lavender light danced ever highe

She might not have been right in my eyes, but it didn't warrant an argument in the middle of a human settlement. "Let's not hash this out here where anyone can walk close enough to us to understand that this conversation shouldn't take place between two human girls," I instructed and walked towards where I spotted a boutique. Cyra walked with her arm tangled within mine but didn't comment. She was the Heir for the Ignis. The fire dragons. A few years younger than I am, with a tall slender frame and untameable red hair. By all accounts, she was stunning, but a very wild spirit to tame. Except when it came to her views on humans and dragons. Those were very rigid lines in her book and lines sh

“Tell me. What has happened?” The white Dragon managed to roll back onto her belly and gather her legs beneath her. As she furled her wings she said, “It’s very wrong, brother. All of it.” His heavy brow creased further. “What do you mean?” “This darkness, the coming conflict. The rise of Dark Magic. It has grown far worse than we had imagined.” “Tell me.”

I resisted the lure and tried to wake my sleeping dragon again. "I was not asking."He said and his voice came out in layers,causing my attention to snap to him and i barely noticed her stir at the change. His eyes started to burn like liquid fire and his nostrils flared. He grunted in displeasure and shut his eyes tightly. I stood rooted to the spot,noting the way his skin flickered from its normal tone to being cloaked with fire,the way his claws retracted and grew out again and the quick appearance and disappearance of...wings.

"I need your help. Destroy that palace floating above us and all the creatures inside it." Obsidian let out a roar that shook the very air itself. And then she launched herself into the sky with powerful beats of her wings. The dragon wolf flew straight toward Myrrak's palace with terrifying speed. When she reached it, she opened her massive jaws and unleashed a breath of pure dark fire that was hotter than anything in the world. The fire was so hot it was actually black instead of red or orange. The dark fire engulfed the entire palace, and the structure immediately began to melt and crumble. The Voidspawn creatures inside screamed as they were incinerated instantly by the flames. The palac