Monica's lips curled into a malicious grin as she looked at the burning hilltop. There was a twisted and cruel satisfaction in the woman's eyes, making Erik want to kill her more.
"Oh, poor Erik," she said. "Look at you, the valiant protector, who failed to do his job. Where are your precious friends now? It seems your efforts to keep them safe have failed."
She grinned again.
Flame tendrils spread, creeping across the hilltop like living shadows. The fire consumed the grass and vegetation in its path, leaving behind a trail of ash and scorched earth.
Monica then circled around Erik, her wyvern's massive form casting an ominous shadow on the ground below, obscuring the moon for those fighting on the ground.
Her laughter echoed across the hillside. "Face it, Erik. You've failed them. And now, as we speak, my forces will destroy yours."