Adyr massaged his temples, the pain slowly fading from his eyes as he said, "Yeah. Better destroy it, but be careful."
Whatever was happening behind those walls felt alive, like a process still forming, something monstrous trying to take shape. If possible, Adyr wanted to crush it before it was born.
He was right. Inside, Sevrak was upgrading Black Dragon, its body glowing with molten veins as each second passed. The only question left was whether that ritual could still be stopped.
Liora gave a short, confident laugh. "Alright, you stay here. I'll give it a quick shake and come back."
Her white cloud drifted toward the towering palace wedged between two colossal mountains. As she ascended, her body began to swell, the transformation spreading through her frame.
Muscles rose beneath her skin, bones cracked and lengthened, and her once-petite form climbed until a colossal shadow fell over the city under the black-and-white sun, like an eclipse.
