A Dim Light

The dragons came out snapping from the portals above them, but they were slow and sluggish; it was easy to evade their attacks. The sky was already dark with the rising of nightfall when the first wave of the attack fell upon them, and as the last dragon died its roar echoed across the clearing. The battle had begun at last.

Shiro felt alive in that moment for a second time since he'd stepped back into the world, and it left him feeling more confident than ever. If his team could get these monsters down then there would be no need to worry about the others.

"This is our chance," Lance said beside him. "We have to stop those dragons before they hurt anyone else."

There was a calmness in the air as he reached out and touched one of the closest creatures, focusing everything on sending his intent out. As he did so, he could feel the creature's soul, cold and empty. It took away something fundamental about being a spirit, but Shiro pushed forward anyway.