Fleur and I looked at each other. We knew this was a fight that was far from over. Her feathers ruffled and her muscles tense as she gripped her spear tightly. Giving her a nod, I readied myself. Before we attacked, a roar different then the others that had been let out during the battle echoed the warrens. A Dragon's roar. Glancing to the sound, I saw one of the few Dragons that work with the Goblins, flew down from an opening near the top. As it passed the plaza, it let out a breath of fire, burning the cultist and the anti-magic device. The suppressant field disappeared, meaning the device was destroyed by the dragon’s breath. Fleur and I had shocked faces at the feeling. A smirk crept up my lips as I looked at Tyrone. 