And so, Ryan was relegated to sentry duty, keeping watch from the Golden Gate.
"ROAR!"
Ethan had just taken a step toward Lyla when a violent roar burst from the cell where she and Evelyn had taken cover. A plume of purple mist blasted out, spreading fast. Any player caught in it screamed and clawed at their own skin, their bodies collapsing in seconds as flesh melted away to bone, and the bone dissolved into a foul, unrecognizable sludge.
A moment later, something small shot out of the mist, its wings flickering, its two legs scrambling across the floor as its long tail whipped behind it. It was a small dragon, moving like a lizard but with the force of a battering ram, and anyone it collided with went tumbling.
Lyla emerged behind it, calm and steady, her pace almost like she was walking through a garden. She held her longbow upright, plucking the string lightly as she advanced, girl and dragon pushing their way out of the chaos together.
