Chrome and Claws
“He’s painting a target on you!”
Raven shook her head, her pulse hammering. “No, he’s protecting me.”
The battlefield exploded in fire again as Malrik unleashed a torrent of flame that consumed the Shadows, their screams twisting into the air.
The Riders rallied, wolves tearing through weakened enemies with renewed strength.
But amidst the chaos, Raven felt it again;
the Hollow Blade.
It pulsed in her chest, vibrating against the flames. The dragon’s fire didn’t drown it but It fed it.
Her breath caught, she could swear she almost saw it in the smoke, a blade of obsidian flame, hungry and waiting.