27 Going Dry

The air crackled with energy as the battle raged on, each clash of weapons and surge of magic echoing through the vast throne room.

Zoe clenched her jaw, her gaze fixed on Aden.

He moved with unnatural grace, even with his grotesque, twisted form.

The dark energy around him seemed to pulse with each movement, as though feeding off his anger.

"Keep him busy!" Zoe shouted, her voice strained with effort.

Gavin lunged forward, his sword a flash of steel as he struck at Aden.

His movements were swift and deliberate, but Aden twisted away with serpentine grace, avoiding the strike.

Snacks was already darting around Aden's legs, his small, waist-high form proving to be an elusive target.

The little dragon leaped in, sinking his teeth into Aden's ankle, his sharp fangs finding purchase in the tattered remnants of Aden's attire.