¬ Fashire
What the fuck was I looking at?
My wings beat against the scorched air as I held position above the chaos.
That dragon form had been too much of a load to log around, and after it had helped regulate the surge of power from her blood, I had to shift back into something I could easily manoeuvre with.
And throughout, I had kept my acute attention on this rotten thing, sizing it up and preparing another assault that would be more effective when a jarring disruption coursed through me.
Along with a blazing pillar of light far brighter than Owena's.
It captured the rotten thing's attention.
The vast echo of power I felt through the bond forced me to divert my gaze to her.
As the blue pillar faded, Hiln lifted off the ground without wings, her entire body lit with those swirls tracing across her skin. Along with sharp, acute lines and dots that illuminated with an even sharper brilliance that hurt to look at directly.
Almost like constellations.
