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And like a storm, she does not ask permission to arrive. She simply gathers. She darkens. And when she breaks, the world is never quite the same shape afterward.

The great crystal head lowered until it was level with her. She could see her reflection distorted in its facets. The cold radiating from it was painful now, biting at her exposed skin. It was testing her. If she flinched, she was prey. safira drak

"I know you're dying," Elara shouted over the wind, striking the fork again. "The mantle is shifting! The heat is leaving your veins!" And like a storm, she does not ask permission to arrive

With a sound like shattering glass, the Drak uncoiled. It didn't fly; it had no wings. Instead, it dove. It plunged headfirst into the black rock of the crater as if it were water, diving back into the molten heart of the world. And when she breaks, the world is never

Saphira is a sleek and powerful dragon with a striking blue coat, symbolizing her intelligence, courage, and loyalty. As a dragon, she possesses incredible strength, speed, and agility, making her a formidable ally in battle. Her wingspan is impressive, allowing her to soar through the skies with ease, and her claws are razor-sharp, capable of tearing through even the toughest armor.

As Elara descended, the temperature dropped. The Ashen Wastes were usually scorching, but near the Drak, her breath puffed out in white clouds. The creature didn't breathe fire; it breathed entropy. It drew heat from the world to sustain its frozen heart.

"I can anchor you," she gasped, her voice slurring from the hypothermia setting in. "I can link you to the thermal vent to the east. But you have to let me in."