Khaedryss' footsteps echoed heavily, her claws tearing into the ground reddened by the hellish temperature that surrounded her, causing the air around her to bubble.
Behind her, she could sense the auras of Qingyi, Elize, and Seraphine. Through her subtle connection with her rider, she could also sense his injuries.
It had not been an easy battle for either of them.
With a low growl, Khaedryss continued to move her injured body. Her wounds slowly closed, and her burning blood ceased to bathe her black scales in red.
On the horizon, she could already smell a sweet scent, an aroma she had not smelled in tens of thousands of years.
It was the scent of a respected and ancient opponent of Khaedryss, or at least, of her heart.
Karlan.
Her heart was massive, easily the size of an elephant and weighing over four tons.
It lay on a huge stone platform, and even though she had been dead for tens of thousands of years, the organ still beat.
