[Some Moments Back.]
High above the chaotic mass migration of the dungeon, the massive Fire Heart Dragon beat its leathery wings. The air around it rippled with residual heat, but the members of the Eagle Guild were focused entirely on the apocalyptic scenario unfolding across the horizon.
"Master, what about the humans who can't fly, we can't leave them all on this zone." The vice asked, his knuckles white as he desperately held the dragon's scorching scale, staring up at Zaphyra, who stood fearlessly balanced on the beast's massive head.
"What can we do?" She asked, her voice cutting through the rushing wind as she looked over her shoulder. As a leader of the Eagle guild, her pragmatism often outweighed her empathy.
