"Ahh!"
"It fucking hurts!"
Although Danyla had charged into the dragonfire Myracis had already breathed onto the ground, its terrifying heat still taught her what it meant to suffer a fate worse than death.
"So this is how painful it is to burn in dragonfire!"
At first, she felt only an unbearable stinging on the surface of her skin, as though thousands upon thousands of red-hot steel needles had pierced her at once. Then the heat rapidly penetrated her skin, like countless scorching arrows driving straight into her muscles.
Her exposed skin began to sizzle, every inch ravaged by dragonfire. Wherever the flames licked, her skin quickly blackened. Blood boiled in the heat, seeping from her pores only to evaporate instantly, and a nauseating burnt stench filled the air.
Her lungs felt as though they had been stuffed with burning coals. Every breath brought piercing pain as scorching air burned her respiratory tract, leaving Danyla barely able to breathe. The heat stung her eyes so badly she could not open them, and her tears dried the instant they emerged.
Her entire body felt as though it were being smelted in an enormous furnace. Her bones seemed ready to melt, even her marrow burned, and every nerve in her body screamed in agony.
Danyla tried to struggle out, but her body felt as heavy as though a boulder were pinning her down. Every movement brought even fiercer pain, as though her whole body would crumble to dust in the dragonfire.
At last, Danyla's consciousness gradually blurred. Amid the endless agony, she seemed to hear even her soul wailing, and thought she was about to be reduced to ashes in this terrible dragonfire.
"Fuck! Isn't the body supposed to have a self-preservation mechanism? Why haven't I passed out yet?"
Just as Danyla's