Fire And Ice.

Vincent looked up at the scorching shadow before a benevolent smile lit upon his face, “My sweet Shyreiana, don’t disappoint me this time.”

Rattle! Shyreiana opened her gaping maw, and her violet scales swelled out into innumerable spikes.

“Master! Please hold onto me tight!” her voice chimed in his head.

She flapped her feathery wings and climbed the skies. The air split apart in her wake as she drilled through the emptiness of the vacuum. Colliding against the smouldering orb of cinder, she burrowed deep inside the inferno until the entire sphere broke apart from the middle. The sound of something being chewed upon swayed among the pandemonium.

She pierced out from the other side with blood dripping from her mouth. However, it was not her blood, for a humanoid figure was anchored inside her mouth. But not just any figure, but a figure made entirely of flames.

Vincent tilted to the side and looked down, “Who might you be? Edgar? Or is it Gelda?”