“You’re not stronger than us,” the blonde woman said, and she rose up from the fray of the other shapechangers. “We are the dragons, the spirits of the earth, the creatures of all forms. We are indestructible save to each other. Your petty magic cannot harm us.”
Rastaban flicked his wrist, and one of the men was thrown to the ground. “We don’t have petty magic,” he said.
Andrev felt his heard wrench. “Kana,” he said. “You were dead. I saw you --”
And then he realized. All those nights, all those dreams - they’d all been real. “Did you betray me?”
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