Vivian watched in surprise as the dragon swatted the cloaked figure, turning him into paste.
{That's strange} the phoenix said {if that cloaked figure is the anchor, then why do I sense the portal still open?}
Vivian also found it strange that they could still sense both the anchor and the open rift even though the cloaked figure was just squashed.
There answer soon came when the dragon raised its clawed feet. The flesh paste beneath it started wiggling before turning inky black.
Vivian's eyes narrowed as the black goo twisted in it self and started taking form. A couple of minutes later, the cloaked figure rose back up completely unscathed.
"Be careful where you swipe that thing," the cloaked figure said with an annoyed tone. "You almost trapped me in this forsaken place."
"Then choose your words more carefully, human," the dragon growled, eyes narrowing. "I serve no one. Your master and I merely have a deal—nothing more."
