Little Blackie clutched the Flame Lord and continued flying at high speed toward the jagged Black Stone Forest deep within the rift.
The Flame Lord's massive body looked heavy and powerless in his claws.
Magma-like blood dripped from the wounds on her neck and right forelimb, striking the scorching wasteland below and leaving tiny charred pits.
But the heat quickly evaporated it, leaving only dark crimson marks within the pits.
Pain and weakness continuously gnawed away at the Flame Lord's consciousness.
Yet even harder for her to bear was the humiliation rising from the depths of her soul.
As the lord of Scorching Rift, the legendary red dragon Alexstrasza · Song of Blazing Flame had never imagined she would be held like prey in the claws of a black dragon smaller than herself, in such a miserable state.
And the place they were flying toward filled the Flame Lord with an even stronger sense of foreboding.
The Flame Lord tried to struggle, but even the slightest twist of her body tugged at her wounds, bringing searing pain and stirring up the strange gray aura within her. Her vision darkened, and she nearly fainted.
The binding force of the Dragon Soul Oath was like invisible chains Entangling the Flame Lord's soul, making every thought of resistance difficult and dangerous.
The Flame Lord could only force open her pale golden slit pupils and watch the scenery rushing by below.
The familiar Scorching Rift was receding into the distance. The lava veins she had managed for centuries, the lizardman Pastures, and the crude camps built by her followers all became blurred and remote.
A cold sensation of being stripped away and Plundered overwhelmed the burning pain from her wounds.
The Black Stone Forest drew closer and closer.
It was, in truth, an area