Revenge of Flame Luna
Fresh blood seeps between newly grown scales.
“Stop, please stop,” I whisper without realising. I can feel the pulse of his rage through the faint bond formed when I touched his memories before.
After ten horrific minutes, both Crimson Drakes lie defeated. The Red Dragon stands alone in the arena, head lowered, breath heavy and smoking. He’s won, but he looks broken.
Guards rush in with enchanted spears, chaining his neck and dragging him back into the darkness of the underground cave.
Once the event ends, Thaddeus approaches us with a smug, sickening smile.