my dragon drops in supplication to her. She’s the one who rules, and I couldn’t be more fucking proud. The sight affects the Vulmin and the Lydians too. They all stand in gaping awe, watching this golden Turley stand here, as a dragon, the most ancient of powers, bows to her. I climb down its back, leaping off the last few feet, my boots kicking up dust from the decayed soil. I go to her, and the two of us share a look before we turn back toward the city’s arch. Where everyone suddenly drops to their knees, repeating one thing. Lyäri Nōhcra. No longer the golden one gone, but… The golden one
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