Jolthar looked at her and then patted drake.
Maelruth moved towards Yilar, who was staring at the drake and Jolthar with confusion in his slit-like eyes.
Hamen warned Jolthar, "Jolthar, you have to listen to the general."
No, Jolthar didn't listen to them. He didn't even consider their words.
He wanted to kill him, and that was it. Yilar had caused trouble for Jolthar for the third time, and he wasn't letting him leave.
The drake's neck turned light orange as she breathed in, and then with a swift motion, she breathed out heavy crimson flames; it looked like lava shot out of her mouth.
Iorina didn't stop him, and Hamen could only stare at Jolthar, wide-eyed.
The breath lasted only a second—but that second was enough.
