Tortured Souls

If anything, they distracted the beings long enough for Razik and his uncle to pull up the last of their magic from the depths of their souls. “Now!” his uncle bellowed, and Razik released the last of his flames. Razik’s dragon lifted its head within his soul, lip curling back and baring its teeth. Not the people hiding in the shadows, but translucent beings hovering off the ground. “Fuck,” Razik muttered, already summoning his dragon fire when he came to a stop at her side. Irritation immediately settled in. “And why is that?” Tybalt finally set the report down and sat back in his chair.