The next dungeon: a volcano with coarse sands and scorching air that steamed mist in the air.
"So it's not merely caverns?"
The Dragon's eyes swept over. Sky that reached high enough for the
Compared to the Southern Fire Dragon, this place was a tourist attraction that would not suffice to even be a hot tub.
The fire mountains she 'buried' her father is far hotter than this.
"Adrei!"
Her wife yelled, dashing ahead with each footstep imprinting on the dusty ground. "Hurry up!"
She watched as the witch weaved icy birds before sending them off.
Flame elementals rose from ashes, swarming with a fervent rage to consume.
And yet...
Splash.
Icy birds froze every last one of them, their tides of rage condensed to nothing but more ice sculptures.
Adrei shrugged as she ran.
"Feeling hurried?"
Swipe. Slash.
