Dragonfire

A searing, dragon-forged terror that burns through Iceworld’s lower levels with no mercy for the careless. It coils in hidden fissures where the air never escapes the ice’s grip, a living flame that does not consume but preserves—keeping those who stumble into its path frozen mid-stride, their breath stolen by its dragon-tainted quality. The heat of Dragonfire radiates through veins of molten rock beneath layers of permafrost, a paradox of warmth in a frozen expanse. To touch it is to invite the dragon’s mark: a blackened scar that refuses to heal, a reminder of Glitz’s claim that even the most honest source cannot escape its peril. The flame whispers warnings in the echoes of collapsing ice, a sound like scales dragging across stone.