Luxaria soared across the battlefield, trailing shattered stars in her wake, climbing toward Soltair. The Star Guard rushed to us, covered in cuts and scrapes. Luxxa's shield was cracked in the center, and Jenna had a long cut on her arm, but otherwise, they were okay.
More than okay. I smiled faintly as I glanced at Gith and Jenna. Their legs trembled, and their faces were streaked with blood, grime, and exhaustion, but their soul glowed. Seventh level.
"We couldn't hold her," Luxxa panted, dropping to one knee, her head bowed. "Forgive us, my lady. She was too strong."
I took her hand, raising her. "You did wonderfully. Luke's only alive because of you. Thank you."
She stood, sagging with relief.
"I couldn't stop her, either," I said, looking up into the sky.
"Your spell was never meant to," Fyren said, folding his arms. "It would be rather ridiculous if you could cover an entire battlefield in a ward capable of stopping a dragon's full power charge."
