บท 158: The Birth of Royal Heir of Gamaaloth (II)

With a furious determination, she unleashed a torrent of searing flames, aiming to melt and weaken the unyielding links that held her captive.

The chamber itself seemed to tremble under the force of Ymat's raw power. The scorching heat emanating from her breath cast an oppressive aura, the air growing thick with tension.

The walls bore witness to the dragon's wrath, the stone bearing the marks of her fiery attempts.

Ymat's behavior was a stark departure from her usual composed and regal demeanor.

Panic and fear danced within her eyes, an enigmatic terror that went beyond the comprehension of any except the dragon herself.

The knowledge of the impending threat seemed to gnaw at her, driving her to the edge of her restraint.

Roman's gaze fixed upon Ymat with a mixture of bewilderment and concern. The dragon's current state was a stark departure from her usual demeanor.