Cass felt weak. His body felt heavy. He struggled to keep his eyes open, but he knew that he needed to. The sheer desperation in the faces of the men above him told him as much.
Edgar and Gideon were crying, Sam's eyes were watery, but fierce, and Byron was but a dark shadow looming over him. His emotions so raw and uncontrolled that he was barely holding onto a human shape.
He looked more like a spirit of darkness than a dragon.
Cass wanted to laugh, poke fun at him, but the laughter died before it even touched his lips.
He had a lot he needed to do, and falling unconscious again was not in his plans. The violence of the sounds around him were completely different from the first time he'd woken up after speaking to the gods.
If anything, the room had been eerily silent in comparison, especially after two members of the group had seen Cass' soul, Cassian's soul, leave his body and then return…different. Changed.
