A huge mass of thick rock and molten lava writhes in the center of the clouds, as wide as it is tall. Red sparks flash like piercing eyes. Aru twists and bellows in fury, spitting stones that burn anything they hit. Shrieks and wails pierce the air.
I struggle through the panicking throng and stumble over a crying Kepyr who crawls on the ground with a screaming child covered in burns. I kneel, to caress the child with my fingertips. The screaming stops.
Tears streak down her face. “I am grateful.”
Uncle lifts me up from the ground and hugs me. “I never thought I would see anyone braver than your mother, until now.”
“My death will devastate Bryntar. She will blame herself. Please take care of her.”
He nods solemnly. “My life is hers.”
Booms of yellow gases foul the air. Kepyr and Ice Lord screech and run, trying to find places for their families to hide or escape.
I ignore the churning emotions and search for my father in the turmoil, but cannot find him. Goodbye, Father. Do not blame yourself.
Explosions rip through the clouds, hurling fireballs through the sky. An uproar of terror fills the air.
I stride forward to battle with a furious, hovering Aru. Lava expands into a bigger molten cloud, hissing, thrashing, howling. Suffering.
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