Nightbane
“Um… Fall?”
Fallapart pulled her eyes away from the viewfinder on the Super Snapper with a huff of annoyance, glaring at Saelym’s back.
“What?” she snapped. Saelym shuffled a little, holding the blackened urn in her hands.
“Are you sure this is a -”
“YOU wanted the photo op, not me.”
“I know, but this doesn’t -”
“Shh, he’s coming!”
The spectre of the magnificant dragon rose in a blast of energy, his smoothly flapping wings creating a pulse that, rather than wind in the face, was more a thrumming, steady heartbeat that reverberated through their bones. The raiders behind her let out a collective gasp, their head priestess, Lauralie, murmuring a prayer as she clapsed her staff tight.
“Wow…” Fallapart breathed. Ahead of her, Saelym nervously took a few steps back toward the group. “Now that… is something.”
