We weren’t allowed to die. There was too much riding on us. Khydan and I held the future of Yvelia in our hands. More than that. If Zareth was to be believed, we held the futures of millions of realms in our hands. Billions of lives. We stood at a nexus in the threads of fate. If we died, so did everything else. For a moment, I believed the dragon had seen that in our minds, and that was why it had redirected its fire. After all, if it killed us, chances were it would die soon, too.
