The Dragon Slayer's Queen
Their skulls jerked on broken necks, jaws dropping in near-unison rictus, and what bled their eye sockets wasn’t mere emptiness, but smoke and wrath—shadows erupting like wasps from a nest.
Jenifer, Liam, and Amanda hit the floor with trained reflexes just as a shock wave of force flung every living being back from the column. The Queen remained upright, her mouth twisted into a feral, vindicated smile. Zayla, half-blinded, felt the bones in her hands screaming with raw, overcharged power; her vision fractured into violet shards until all she could see was Ari’s fear reflected back at her like a thousand shards in a kaleidoscope.