Dawlya’s Dragon
Then, with slow, resonant certainty: “He is the first. We are the echo. And you are the new song.”
Avi’s eyes snapped open. Her voice shook. “It says… he’s the first. The original pattern. They’re his echo. And I’m… the new version.”
Cain’s lips peeled back from his teeth in a silent snarl.
Morgan exhaled a long, long breath. “Wonderful,” he said. “So we’re not just dealing with an ancient Dawlya war-engine. We’re dealing with the prototype who just found out someone made an upgrade.”
Cain’s hand found Avi’s, squeezing so hard it almost hurt. “Let him come,” he growled. “He’ll find out this ‘new song’ bites.”
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