His Mate: The Dragon King
Moving his hand, Alaric controlled the fire he had spat from his dragon, and soon, it was like a wave of watery fire, flowing against the lands and into the forest.
He suddenly spat out blood and nearly fell from the sky, but he got a hold of himself. He closed his eyes, breathing in a deep breath and wiping away the blood from his mouth. He continued from where he stopped, controlling the water fire, making sure that it had the right amount of heat so as not to damage or kill. Finally, the fireballs glowing inside the sculptures got so bright that the sculptures started cracking, turning into water, and melting.
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