For a drake with a huge frame, its heart was strikingly not something that mirrored it a little.
This was not to say the heart wasn't big though.
It was.
At least way bigger than a few human hearts placed together.
After placing the dragon heart in a magic-like cooler of some sorts, George got ready to leave with his two ice mages who carried the cooler.
However, before they could leave, two mighty roars echoed in their surroundings.
For some reason, the roars were eerily similar to the fire drake that had just died now, which gave George Winter the impression that the two roars he had heard just now belonged to the same race.
Thankfully, it didn't take long for George Winter to see if his assumption was correct.
The two roars George Winter and the twin ice mages heard indeed belonged to fire drakes.
George Winter fixed his gaze on the two fire drakes that approached their location swiftly.
George Winter had no fear on his face and just watched as the fire drakes got closer to their location, just to hover above them in mid-air with a contemplating expression on his face as he watched the two fire drakes open their mouths widely, preparing to attack with their fire breath after seeing the remnants of their kin scattered around the surroundings that George Winter did not bother to collect.
It was only a second before the drakes released their attacks, George Winter spoke.
"They might make perfect playthings for Igris," George Winter said.
As if his voice was a cue, the moment he finished speaking, two fire breaths rained down on him and his subjects.
However, for some reason, the ice mages had no particular expression on their faces as they stared calmly at the stream of fire rushing towards them.
For them, if their king had no reason to be afraid, then they themselves had no right to have fear.
This was the thought that was going through their minds as they got consumed in flames.
Well, it looked like they did after the attacks from the drakes ended; all three humans were still standing in one piece.
The surroundings around them were a different story though.
In the unharmed circle that George Winter and the twin ice mages stood, another figure appeared.
Rather than saying the figure stood, it was better to say the figure was hovering more than two metres away from the ground and was close to George Winter.
The new figure had a peculiar appearance.
It appeared to be a male baby not older than 4 years old with a body made of blue fire.
This was Igris, George Winter's new contracted spirit with quite a very high grade.
[Level 25 unique grade spirit salamander]
As the fire drakes unleashed their fiery breath upon George Winter and his ice mages, the flames surged forward with blistering intensity. But just when it seemed like they were about to be engulfed, a sudden and brilliant flash of blue fire erupted from the ground, intercepting the searing flames.
Igris had made his grand entrance.
His form, composed entirely of blue fire, blazed with a fierce determination. With a graceful sweep of his fiery arm, he conjured a swirling vortex of icy winds that collided with the incoming inferno.
The clash of elements created a mesmerising spectacle, a dance of fire and ice in the air. Igris, with a childlike visage but the power of a legendary being, stood resolute. His azure flames encircled the fire drakes, forming an ethereal barrier that kept the deadly flames at bay.
George Winter watched in awe as his newly contracted spirit displayed his might. The ice mages, previously consumed by flames, found themselves unharmed within Igris's protective sphere. Their faces transformed from stoicism to astonishment.
They knew their king had incredible power, especially when he used his spirit but this new spirit which they had never set their eyes on could only be defined as special.
The two fire drakes, realising their attack had been thwarted, roared in frustration. With a menacing glare, they launched themselves at Igris, their massive frames hurtling through the air. But Igris was ready. He extended a blazing hand, and from it emerged a spear of pure fire.
With incredible speed, Igris thrust the fiery spear toward one of the charging drakes. The weapon pierced the drake's scales, causing it to roar in agony as it veered off course and crashed into the ground.
The second drake, undeterred, attempted to breathe another torrent of fire, but Igris countered with a concentrated burst of frigid energy. The icy blast froze the fiery breath mid-air, forming a crystalline barrier that prevented any harm from reaching George Winter and his companions.
With a determined expression, George Winter raised his hand and pointed toward the remaining fire drake. "Igris, finish it!" he commanded.
Igris responded with a nod, and with a flick of his fiery wrist, he unleashed a torrent of blue flames that engulfed the second drake. The beast writhed in agony as the intense cold of the blue fire extinguished its life force. It let out one final, pitiful cry before succumbing to Igris's power.
As the smoke cleared, George Winter, Igris, and the twin ice mages stood triumphant. The fire drakes were defeated, their threat extinguished. The unharmed circle around them bore witness to the incredible power of their new ally, Igris, the Level 25 unique grade spirit.
"You are not even ranked yet and you are already this powerful" George Winter muttered before letting out a short burst of laughter.
"Hahahaha"
[George ranking: Rank 6]
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