Wings with a black, obsidian skeleton and membranes made from magma, John didn't need to guess who that was. 'Guess that answers my question…' John thought as he walked down the impact crater. 'This is the Cataclysm all over again.'
"What are you doing, John?" Lydia demanded to know.
"Relax," he shouted back. "It is just Nathalia."
"Do not speak of me in such a dismissive manner, whelp," the dragoness growled up from her lower position, her knife-shaped ears picking up every word.
"Let's instead talk about how she squashed a dragon under her granny ass," Salamander cackled. Nathalia's growl made the earth quiver; her wings folded back and revealed her in her full glory.
