176 To Fight a Dragon (3)

Arran sat calmly at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the valley several thousands of feet below him.

Nearly an hour had already passed, and although the dragon had still not calmed down, it was finally beginning to show signs of weariness. While it was still violently thrashing around and leaving giant cracks in the rocky floor of the valley, its movements were growing sluggish, and it seemed that with every passing minute its energy depleted further.

Arran waited patiently. The more energy the dragon expended in its rage, the better.

Finally, well over an hour after Arran had reached the top of the cliff, the giant creature appeared to have reached its limit. It let out a last vicious roar, then slowly lay down. Perhaps the beast had realized there was no chance of catching its enemies in its current blinded state.

As the dragon lay down, Arran stood up. Then, he sent a thin but bright stream of Fire Essence into the air — a signal for Snowcloud.