Seraphina was limited by her size. In this shattered, cramped space, she couldn't fully unfold her dragon body, so she stayed in the rear—guarding the downed Elira and anyone else who needed time to recover.
Idra didn't have that problem.
The moment she flew out of Ethan, her body stretched longer in midair, scales racing across her skin. Her compact dragon form weaved between the constructs, so nimble it was almost impossible for their infrared targeting to lock onto her.
She snapped up a mechanical bug.
Crunch.
Metal shell shattered between her teeth.
She whipped her head and bit down on another mechanical snake—chewing straight through it, weapon and all.
One bite per kill.
Crunchy. Clean.
Namyanna lifted her trident.
Water surged from the tip, spiraling around her body once—then blasting forward, expanding into a violent waterspout shaped like a dragon.
