"Plum! I'm having a little problem here and could really use a couple of white dragons. Can you manage getting me three or four of them?"
Undine's voice came a bit shaken, the echoes of her clash with the other queens radiating through the magical communication. She didn't want to ask Plum for help; she knew how much pain she was in, but at this rate, they'll lose, and everyone could just die.
Arad isn't here to save them after all.
"No matter how much you ask, I can't get Gamond here. My arse would rip open." Plum's voice returned just as shaken, garbled by her shaky breath.
Right now, her whole body was burned, the skin of her thighs torn clean off, and she felt like two spiked, burning hot rods were inserted through her spine. The only reason she wasn't crying was because her two assistants were standing by her side and she didn't want to embarrass herself.
