A cracked blue scale drifted in the sky beside him, blood streaming in its wake. He wrapped the threads around the scale and launched it like an arrow. The scale sliced through the flesh of Voranur’s neck, and for a moment, the elf’s eyes bulged and his mouth gaped open, blood pouring over his lips. Voranur’s head separated from his body, and Seleraine let out a wail that froze even Calen’s heart.
