The Iron Capital

The night before the battle, I was too nervous to sleep, so I took a stroll around the base and sat at the top of the ice wall covering us, giving me ample view of the capital ahead.

While I delved into my thoughts, I was interrupted by Fuego, who came to check on the egg that I kept carrying in my backpack.

When he picked it up, he closed his eyes and gently pressed his forehead against it, making me see the MP flowing out of him into the egg.

"Why do you do that, Fuego?" I asked.

"Do what?" the dragon answered with a question without opening his eyes.

"I can see you are transferring a lot of MP—Why?" I clarified.

Fuego stayed silent for a minute, and when he stopped his transferral, he gave the egg back to me and locked his eyes with mine.

"It's my counter-measure…" Fuego said.

"For what?" I kept asking, but the dragon broke eye contact with me.