Taming the Fire Dragon
I say.
“He’s DEAD, Ancalagon,” Kenna screams, the pain in her voice is so visceral that it hurts almost as much as a dragon’s lament.
Cal looks at me.
“Block her. We’re trying," I tell him.
“Do it fast. She’s hurting my young,” he snarls, blasting Kenna with his air element, knocking her back and hopefully giving us the time we need to save Yhendorn and therefore, Kenna.