The brightness of the white fire that Galen had defiantly summoned against the demonic dragon created a scene full of intensity. My pulse was racing as I watched from the safety of my magic shield, feeling an amalgam of fear and hope throbbing within me.
The flames of the dark dragon, with its fiery ferocity, rose menacingly, ready to devour Galen whole. The struggle between light and darkness was being waged at that moment, and Galen's life hung in the balance, vulnerable to the flames that sought to consume him.
My gaze, fixed on the scene illuminated by the white fire, searched desperately for some sign that Galen's intervention might change the course of the battle. In the tension of the moment, time seemed to slow down, and each flicker of the dragon's flames echoed like a menacing heartbeat.