From the eastern fissure, six shard-wyrms slithered forth, their tails scraping glyphs of decay into the stone. Elara’s archers loosed volleys of void-tipped arrows, but the creatures’ hides refracted light, turning each arrow into a prismatic ghost.
“That’s suicide.”
“It is drake’s honor.”
Elara looked at Valdris. The Great Drake lowered his massive head, his snout brushing her chest. “You held the line. That is enough, little one. Now go. I will hold the Maw open.”
From the eastern fissure, six shard-wyrms slithered forth, their tails scraping glyphs of decay into the stone. Elara’s archers loosed volleys of void-tipped arrows, but the creatures’ hides refracted light, turning each arrow into a prismatic ghost.
“That’s suicide.”
“It is drake’s honor.”
Elara looked at Valdris. The Great Drake lowered his massive head, his snout brushing her chest. “You held the line. That is enough, little one. Now go. I will hold the Maw open.” Call Of Dragons Dragon Trail 28-3