The arena of the Caldera was a colossal circular ledge hanging directly over the boiling magma lake of Mount Valerius. Below the stone precipice, waves of molten rock crashed against volcanic obsidian pillars, casting a blinding, hellish orange glow into the sulfurous sky. Around the perimeter of the upper rim, five hundred dragon-kin stood watching in breathless, terrified anticipation. Lyra stood alone on the lower ledge, stripped of her royal…
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