Crucible casts his gaze back in time to notice and recognize the casting in time to watch Cremetia disappear, his gaze shooting upwards as she reappeared high above, taking the advantage of elevation.

His plans rapidly reshaping with that new knowledge, pulling his wings in to pull into a rapid dive to outrace the flames and the dragon who had summoned them, chanting rapidly under his breath, electricity arching along his form before he turned his head back to let loose a bolt of lightning that had greater range than even his own breath weapon.