Prowling back to the dragon, he strokes the scales between the animal’s eyes, sorrow etched into his features. He leans over to whisper in its ear. When he finishes, he bows his head, his hands curled into fists at his sides. A moment later, the biggest ice spear I’ve ever seen materializes in his right hand. Without hesitation, he shoves the tip through the dragon’s eye and deep into its brain.
