The battlefield was chaos incarnate, but in the heart of it, the massive red dragon stood like an unyielding inferno of destruction and power. Its golden eyes blazed with an intense focus, locked on the demonic hordes as they clawed and screeched in desperation. The creature’s massive wings unfurled, stretching wide enough to blot out part of the sky, and with a roar that made the very ground tremble, the dragon prepared to launch another devastating assault.
Chiva, standing below, bloodied and bruised but unbroken, stared up at him with a mix of awe and urgency. “Go!” she shouted, her voice hoarse but firm. “Deal with those pests! I’m okay!”
The dragon turned its head toward her, his golden eyes momentarily softening, as if reluctant to leave her side. He let out a deep, guttural rumble
