Rebecca was forced to play defense.
A constant barrage from the undying beasts — flamy monstrosities rising again and again — kept her pinned down, never allowing her a chance to close the distance between her and the Dragon King. Each time she tried to advance, more flaming titans emerged from the magma below, their bodies regenerating faster than she could strike them down.
High above, the Dragon King sat upon his throne of obsidian and lava, watching the battle with calmness… and arrogance. His wings folded regally behind him, his eyes glowed with amusement. This was a spectacle to him — a game in which he would wait for his prey to tire herself out, then strike the finishing blow. In the long run, exhaustion would claim her. Then he would move in and end the despicable being before him.
