The liquid fire of the magma bath was a balm to her draconic soul, a reinvigoration of her primal essence. For a long time, Gracier Alexandra Kael simply floated, letting the raw, thermal energy of the pocket world seep into her scales, mending the subtle fatigue of rule and the lingering ache of loneliness. But duty, and a simmering ambition, called. With a powerful thrust of her limbs, she surged from the lake, molten rock sloughing off her crimson form like water. She rose into the superheated air, shaking her massive body in a shower of golden sparks.
