A Difficult Dilemma

Not too long ago,

The royal city of the Bloodburn Kingdom was chaos incarnate, the ground trembling beneath the clash of its brave people and the bloodthirsty draconians.

The crimson glow of Rowena's blood-flames and the eerie radiance of Drakar's Dragonblood Knights illuminated the night like a violent storm. 

The air carried the metallic scent of blood, thick with the cries of the wounded and dying, as Rowena stood amidst the carnage with Flaralis towering behind her, its dark golden scales shimmering ominously in the pale moonlight.

Rowena raised her whip slightly and whispered to her dragon, "Flaralis, it's just you and me now... until the end."

Flaralis rumbled low and deep, the sound reverberating like thunder through the battlefield. The dragon's massive maw opened wide, and an inferno of crimson flames erupted forth.