"You have gone too far, Samarella."
The heavy voice of Zerathos rumbled through the domain as he stepped forward, his presence filling the cavern like a storm. His eyes, burning crimson, locked onto the white dragon that snarled back at him.
Between them lay the small elf—too shaken to rise, her body trembling. Yet unlike before, she was no longer choking on the oppressive air. Something unseen had wrapped around her like a warm, protective cloak, shielding her from the crushing pressure of the two Primordials.
"You are not allowed here," Samarella growled, her voice shaking the stone walls.
"And are you allowed to torment his mate?" Zerathos's tone was a snarl, flames rippling across his black scales, curling around him like a living shield.
Samarella slammed her claws into the ground, the cavern groaning with the impact. "I will do whatever I wish with this body! You cannot command me—not anymore!"
