Vale's POV
The undead dragon's skull pushed through the broken floor with a sound like grinding bones.
"Move!" I shouted, even though I had no magic to back up my words.
Everyone scattered as the skeletal beast fully emerged from its ancient grave. Its bones were black with age, held together by dark magic that made the air smell like death.
Vincent laughed as his creatures blocked our escape. "Perfect timing. Even dead dragons serve my purpose."
The undead dragon turned its hollow eye sockets toward us and opened its jaw. Instead of fire, a cloud of poisonous green gas poured out.
"Don't breathe it in!" I warned, grabbing Papa and pulling him away from the toxic cloud.
But we were trapped. Vincent's army blocked one exit. The poisonous dragon blocked the other. And I had no magic to fight either of them.
"This is your third test," Zephyr said calmly, like we weren't about to die.
"What?" I stared at him in disbelief. "Now?"
