In the sky, Terra and Cinder, mid-flight, were suddenly stopped by a surge of oppressive energy coming from the ground. They exchanged concerned glances, their dragon eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation.
"That aura... it feels familiar," Cinder murmured.
Terra nodded, her mind racing. "I feel the same, but I can't quite place it," she replied, her tone filled with worry.
Before they could think further, another wave of energy, this time raw and unfiltered, waved past them. It was a wave of pure agony, a loud cry of pain that resonated with their primal instincts.
"Our Lord is in danger!" Cinder yelled.
Without hesitation, she surged forward, her wings beating furiously against the air.
"We mustn't let anything happen to him!"
Terra followed close behind, her own fear propelling her forward. She roared, her voice echoing through the sky.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!