“Thank you, Mercy.” Lindon drew just enough Blackflame to set a torch of anger to his spirit. “I’ll see you in the next round.” The door began to slide up, showing the dark floor and letting in a flood of screams and cries. He cycled his madra as memories spun in his mind. Suriel showing him the death of Sacred Valley. The Bleeding Phoenix covering the sky from horizon to horizon. Ekeri’s gold-scaled chest burned through by dragon’s breath. The gold dragon Herald, clutching a piece of the Temple of Rising Earth in its talons. Sophara tearing off Lindon’s head with one swipe of her claws. Naian
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