"Heh." Arlya rolled her eyes charmingly. "You can't possibly comprehend the power of a dragon scion. Aside from Divine Chosen magic, I can master every conventional spell. And I've absorbed three dragon souls. What exactly are you going to use to fight me?"
"First-Tier Dragon Roar—Flame Dragon Breath!"
"First-Tier Magic—Gale!"
With a wave of her hand, the colossal dragon phantom behind her spewed out a torrent of blazing fire. Empowered by Gale, the dragonflame swept horizontally across the battlefield. Wherever it passed, the land turned to scorched earth. Explosions like rolling thunder echoed through the warped space.
"I'll take it from here," Rosalia said seriously. "I know you want to contract her. You won't go all out."
"But don't take it too far either. She saved my life."
"Leave it to me."
Phield emptied his mind and let Rosalia take control.
