Asher landed hard and barely had a second to react before the flames engulfed him. Ice encased his body in an instant, but even within its protective shell, he felt the heat. And with each passing moment, it was only growing hotter and hotter.
Gradually, the flames turned from orange to searing blue!
The dragon had abandoned all restraint. Maddened by rage, it unleashed a torrent of flames so intense that Asher's ice began to give in.
His pupils shook.
A split second before the flames could burn through the ice and consume him, Asher rolled to the side, escaping from beneath the dragon's belly.
Staying there any longer, especially with only a broken sword, was a death sentence.
Across from him, debris stirred. A low growl rumbled through the dust as Sirius rose from the wreckage of the building, his wounds completely healed and fur bristling with renewed vigor.
