The Dragon Tamer

As soon as she stepped into the tower, Elysia slammed the door shut behind her and slid the lock into place, ensuring no one could interrupt her. Her chest heaved as she stared at the spiraling staircase in front of her. Without hesitation, she began to climb, her footsteps echoing faintly in the narrow space. She paused occasionally, leaning against the wall to catch her breath before resuming her ascent.

At last, she reached the top of the tower. The heavy wooden door creaked open, and a gust of warm wind hit her face. It carried the pungent scent of death and blood, a haunting reminder of the battle below. Stepping onto the balcony, Elysia gripped the stone railing tightly. From this point, she could see the chaos of the battlefield, the flames roaring from the dragons, and the bodies strewn across the ground. Her heart raced, but not with fear.