A demonic Dragon

Besides Furberg, Zaleria stood with Mary and Nemmoxon on top of the wall. "I smell troubles, she's close," Zaleria said with a smile.

"I know," Mary replied.

Behind them, Jella flew in. "Amaya says she is close, get ready for a fight."

"Can't you help us?" Nemmoxon asked with a worried face.

"Only Zaleria and Mary could stand a chance facing her. Well, stay in the back to support you with magic. If things got out of hand, Gracie and Hati will finish her off with a sneak attack." Jella explained.

Zaleria stared at Mary "All of this is because of you…you sure it's worth the trouble?"

"Yeah, we need to add her to the crew. Her strength will be unmatched in the future." Mary replied.

"I can't see that at all, heard our princess is pretty tough already," Zaleria said looking in the distance.

"All that strength is but a mere fragment of what she could achieve. She's a demon, after all, a draconic demon…" Mary stared at the forest, "She's here!" She yelled and everyone got ready.