Damon was about to conjure a crimson lance when a familiar voice sounded in his ears. "I have disrupted the wyrm's domain. You can teleport now."
Damon did not need a second reminder. His body reacted on instinct, and the next second, he disappeared from the battlefield and appeared inside the blood hall, panting and heaving.
A split second later, the wyrm's colossal claw slammed down where he had stood, cratering the earth into molten ruin.
Its enraged glare shifted to the blood hall instead, and it was about to come crashing into the defense layer when suddenly something golden, like a comet, shot towards it and boom! An enormous shockwave erupted.
Damon's eyes widened as he recognized who it was.
Mark was here, and he was not alone. On the other side, Kate had already started bombarding the dragon with one blood orb after another, chipping away at its health.
