I hovered there, soaking in the moment for as long as I could. Sil blinked at me, at the dagger protruding from my chest. Ichor dripped along the hilt, faster and more frequently. My wings slowed, then stopped. Heroes were gods-damned idiots. But I felt strangely at peace. The ice dragon let out a cry that would raise the dead and dove at me. And everything went dark.
