Chapter 25: Borrowed

Raging flames from the forest reached the busy city. Chrimea landed at the center plaza. Every step he took, the land desecrated under his heels. Fruits displayed on carts dried like raisins, and some buildings toppled like a house of cards. People ran for their lives without direction as to their destination.

Fire caught on a fleeing adolescent boy’s head. “Ahh! Help me!”

“Oh, Lunar God, please save us!” an old man aided by his cane exclaimed.

He tripped on a child, finding her way through the crowd, but he left her to fend for herself.

The little girl sprained her ankle. “Oww! Where are you, Mommy?”

“No! My baby!” The rounded woman was ten people away from her child.

Among the crowd, Chrimea picked up the child with a single arm. She screamed at the dragonoid figure, a bucket of tears falling from her eyes.

Larson scowled from within his mind, fighting against the dragon's hold, "Don't harm her! She's just a child!"