As if hearing his question, the scene on the other side of the portal trembled. The mountains in the northern part of Valeria were always known for being a little volatile. You had to watch yourself, keep a shield over your head in case of falling rocks. Especially close to the Temple.

From the crater, in the highest peak, a flash of ruby red shot up into the air. It was a long, snake-like figure--red with a yellow belly--with two arms, each with three sharp talons. The dragon had wings of fire, coming out of the top of its head.

Honestly, the aerodynamics made no sense. But dragons were magical. They didn't always have to make sense.

"That," she replied. "That happens at the Temple of Flame."