The last elemental spirits dissolve. You land, wings folding, and shift from dragon form back into human. Dust clings to your clothes, hair tangled.

Aureon descends beside you, golden aura flaring, clearly annoyed. “You could’ve been careful. Do you have any idea—”

You smirk. “Careful? And ruin the fun? Never.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose. “I swear… one more stunt—”

“And what? Smite me? Try it, shiny boy.”

His eyes flick to your arm, noticing scratches and a trickle of blood. “You’re hurt.”

You glance down, casually, teasing. “Owh, is that why I feel a sting? Must’ve been from all the fun.”

Despite his annoyance, he steps closer, pulling your arm to inspect the injuries, ignoring your playful tone.

You grin at the side of his face. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

Aureon grits his teeth, trying not to show how much your defiance… intrigues him.