And saw a massive black dragon curled up. The bolt was still in his wing, splayed out and lying lifelessly on the ground. His other wing was tucked back along his sleek black scales. His eyes were closed, no sapphire orbs glowing brightly. The way his neck was curled and head sitting, she couldn’t see if the bolt they’d struck him with in the chest was still there. But there were pools of blood beneath him, whether from the bolts or the damage he sustained when he’d fallen from the sky. The fury that filled her blood was the song of death itself. Dead. All these fuckers were dead. That grin
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