Chapter 209: The Valley of Lost Souls II

The air in the chasm felt thin and a terrible heat arose where purple flames dotted the chasm wall, their flickering light perfectly illuminating the rubble below where the hunting party fell.

When I looked up, I saw Sylrin had made it through the wave of arrows and was heading for a wider alcove high up in the rock, where it would be easier to set down his captive. The elf in his grasp was no longer struggling, seemingly resigned to her fate after watching the group fall. 

The pathway had exploded under my attack, leading them to fall to the layer beneath their original position, and there was no telling if they were alive or dead.

A shrill shriek echoed as one of the winged creatures rushed at me, its membranous wings alight from where the sticky flame had hit. Even in its terrible state, it still attacked me, broken mandibles flailing uselessly against my scales before I mercifully cut it down.