Crimson Promises

Destructive orange and red flames b loomed from Crim's maw. Clark could feel the intense heat. They were not flames made from fire energy. No, they were purely made from dragon energy deeply condensed within Crim's core. Not in his slime body, but his core. 

It was a judgment he was laying down. Nothing that anyone could interfere with any longer. The writhing slime body that was controlled by the elf who was once its tamer, was being burned. No matter how it attempted to break free, it was burned. The whips of dark slime that attacked wildly, were reduced to ash. 

The dark energy that was escaping was being caught by Shy. She was ensuring that the slime body's dark energy was not wasted. While she could gain some strength from it, it was even more important that the released energy did not cause harm to others. It could cause everyone here illness or decay in their open wounds. They had not all avoided battle wounds while fighting.