In just a few seconds, the ground scorched by the Infernal Fire Sea had melted into a crimson slurry.
The Hungarian Horntail, now in a berserk state, had faint streaks of red light in its eyes. The dragon eggs and Golden Egg it had sheltered in its embrace had all been crushed to pieces, evaporating in the heat into wisps of white smoke that drifted away on the wind.
In one half of the arena, which resembled purgatory, Draco felt as though the blood throughout his body was about to boil.
He lowered his head to look at his reddened hands and deeply realized that without the Mithril Amulet's protection, his entire body would have instantly melted into part of the crimson slurry beneath his feet.
He felt incredibly fortunate—fortunate to have been born into the Malfoy Family.
At the same time, he was especially frustrated, frustrated that he had insisted on provoking the Hungarian Horntail.
What he wanted most right now was to cast a Chilling Charm or a Freezing Charm to cool himself down, but he feared the spell would conflict with the Mithril Amulet and cause its protection to fail.
After several seconds of hesitation, the flames surrounding him began to noticeably weaken.
Overjoyed, Draco forced himself to endure the discomfort and rose to his feet.
Apart from the ground beneath his feet, the surrounding land had already turned into crimson slurry, flowing like lava.
Suddenly, the hellish sea of fire vanished, and black smoke twisted and rose like living creatures before drifting in every direction.
Staring at the flowing crimson slurry, Draco lifted his foot without hesitation, ready to rush out.
But before his foot could touch it, every hair on his body stood on end, as though some terrifying creature had locked onto him.
*Run!