I spun as the first dragon seemed to be born out of nothingness, stepping from the shadows of the forest, towering at least ten feet above me, its crimson eyes glazed over with a vacancy I’d never seen in an ice dragon before. I froze. Ice dragons’ irises were iridescent. There were no variations in color. Ever. “See that?” I asked. “Any idea what it means?” Wrath asked. I shook my head. “Maybe a spell or hex.” Our conversation halted as the dragon took another threatening step in our direction. It took a moment to spot the scar carving a swath along his chest. Silvanus. My breath lodged in my
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