Manon bellowed his name, and Crochan arrows fired. The Yellowlegs sentinel’s eyes stared at no one, nothing. A gaping maw opened before him, jaws stretching wide. Manon screamed his name again, but he couldn’t move. The wyvern swept down, and darkness yawned wide as those jaws closed around him. As Dorian let his magic rip free of its tethers. One heartbeat, the wyvern was swallowing him whole, its rancid breath staining the air. The next, the beast was on the ground, corpse steaming. Steaming, from what he’d done to it. Not to it, but to himself. The body he’d turned into solid flame, so hot
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