An Immortal Monster

As the chaos of battle swirled around them, Drakar's presence was a tempest of malice.

He reached down and seized the collar of the unconscious Asher, lifting him with disdainful ease. 

Nearby, Rowena lay half-conscious, her spirit ablaze with a silent, desperate fury. 

Her eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, quivered as they witnessed the scene. 

Her body, however, betrayed her, refusing to heed her heart's desperate cries to protect Asher.

Around her, the draconian forces encircled her like a pack of dark specters, their intentions as clear as the cold steel they bore.

"Asher..." The name escaped Rowena's lips, a whispered plea to the winds, her fingers clawing impotently at the unforgiving earth.

Drakar's voice sliced through the tense air, his words dripping with contempt. "Look at you. Vulnerable and weak like a child in my hands."