The Artemis Forest belonged to the fairies and their sentinel, yet none of that mattered as Jett faced the sapphire dragon. These two powerhouses eclipsed every other soul in the clearing—their mere presence made seasoned warriors forget to breathe. When the dragon declared he could—and would—look down on Jett, the tension spiked, freezing people and monsters alike.
"First dragon I met was cool and sharp—but you're the classic stubborn drake. Can't talk you down, so let's just throw down." Jett curled his lips into a smirk.
I'm about to fight a dragon, and I'm not even sweating. Mia and Noctlisa raised the bar. I can't lag behind—I have to outshine everyone.
Black, undulating streaks coiled at his feet, swelling into a lean cloud that swallowed him whole; a crackle of static lifted the hairs on his arms as a sudden chill swept over his skin. Sound vanished—even the green lightning snapping inside the darkness was silent—and then he was gone.
