Kelvin's parents' deaths in these mines, their screams were swallowed by a collapse triggered by unstable fire essence, his father's burning form a shadow etched in his nightmares.
The drake-essence amulet at his chest, was warm with Mealin's encouragement which glowed faintly, echoing his mentor's words: "Honor their legacy, Kelvin. You are stronger than your fear and always bear this in your mind."
The wyrm's roars echoed from the depths, a deep rumble that shook loose pebbles at his feet, their clatter was a prelude to the danger within, but Xerion's hiss was fierce, his scales flared briefly, which was a promise of strength as they descended into the mines' scorched labyrinth.
The upper tunnels were a maze of blackened stone, their walls were etched with ancient runes that flickered with unstable energy.
