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, but it was changing as it
grew. Wylf and Shiltarm stepped back. With a distinct
snap, the collar that was around what was Dranga's throat
snapped. At the same time, the crystal on Wylf's necklace
shattered. The glow soon faded.
Standing in Dranga's place was a much larger creature.
He stood on four powerful legs, and was almost 30 feet high.
Huge, dark wings stemmed out from his back, and an enormous
tail thrashed around behind him, knocking away support poles
and demolishing the tent. A sudden puff of flame aimed at a
cluster of griffons scattered them, searing those not quick
enough to leap away. Stray flames ignited the walls of the
tent. Wylf just stared up in alarm and fear as Yuka's burning
tent began collapsing around her.
Dranga laughed loudly as he looked down upon everyone
in the tent. "Now it should be real easy to leave," he
thought. The words of the female griffon crossed his mind.
Perhaps he should take Wylf along. He stepped toward her
with a malicious grin.
Shiltarm watched the dragon moving toward Wylf.
Drawing his sword again, h
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