The entire building shook and trembled from the dragon's wrath. From what I remember, it wasn't a real dragon. It was created from the tattoo on the witch's body. She used her magic to bring it to life.
"Lee?"
Suddenly, Sylvie called out to me as I held her in my arms. Looking at her, she didn't seem to be mind-controlled, but still, I couldn't be sure. I had a suspicion about Damian's mind control. My hunch was that he could only control the members of my pack to some degree. Complex orders didn't work on them.
If it did, then he could've used it to his advantage long ago. He could've had them act as spies and do other complex tasks. Sylvie was even able to resist his command, even if for a short while.
Still, there was no way to be certain.
I have to kill him.
That was the only way I could be certain. Besides that, he had to die for what he nearly did.
"Lee," Sylvie called out to me once again when she saw that I was zoning out. "Sylvie has something to tell you."
