Back inside the Red Dragon Master's chamber, deep within the massive Red Dragon Boat, the air trembled with a thick, heavy pressure. The sound of distant battle had faded.
The Red Dragon Master sat on his throne made of red scales and black iron, tapping his clawed fingers against the armrest. A dark grin crawled across his face.
"So," he said, voice low and sharp, "both the White Dragon and the Orc Shaman have been defeated."
He didn't sound impressed. He didn't sound worried. He sounded… entertained.
As he stood up, a terrifying wave of pressure exploded from his body. It swept through the chamber like a violent storm. Tyler staggered back. Mana gasped and held her chest.
Outside Mathilda and Lily froze mid-movement, eyes wide. Even the air felt like it was being crushed.
