Chapter 56 Ensanguined
ENSANGUINED
VALE
Fire spewed from the dragon’s maw. Hot, thick flames of burnished gold fell in sparkling shoots as it burned the treeline below.
Good.
More—
More.
The dragon wanted more.
The bodies shrieked as the fire lit them up. The flames danced as they licked at their flesh, reducing dark wings to shriveled ash. The feathers burned first, leaving the skeletal outline of their wings. Then that too was gone.
It all became ash.
The dragon roared into the ensanguined night.
The Umbra—once Fallen—hovered in the air, dark, feathered wings beating, spears in hand, whistling through the air as their silver tips hurtled toward the dragon.
Fire erupted from the dragon’s curled lips. The Umbra gave guttural cries of pain as flames enveloped them.
A spear hit the side of the dragon’s wing. The tip bent against his scales, and the spear fell into the water below.
He barely felt the pain.