Chapter 377: Dual Nature
The military campsite was in ruins. The valley chieftains had brought some of their best warriors and mages to the Meeting of Dawn and yet none had stood a chance. In mere moments the dragonbane had laid waste to the hillside.
Marek Helene stood in numb horror at the gruesome scene. His plans, everything he had worked for led to this moment. The moment of unification for his people. And now several dozen chieftains were dead. His dream of an alliance died with them.
The wind grew silent and the dragonbane spread its grey leather wings wide. Its mouth opened unnaturally wide and its rib cage swelled. Marek felt himself grow weak and his breath became ragged. As a cold shiver ran through his body he realized that his mana was being drained. His legs grew weak and he leaned on his ebon spear for support, even though it stung him to even touch it.
A silvery light emanated from the dragonbane’s mouth, like a blazing white sun in the darkness. Dawn lay on the ground in front of the beast, helpless to stop it. Vaughn’s bruised and bloodied body had been flung away and crashed somewhere amidst the campsite rubble. Marek wasn’t even sure Vaughn was conscious.
The twin archmages had always seemed untouchable, their power far beyond any of them. Now they seemed as mortal as the rest of them.
We’re all going to die… thought Marek. He recoiled at the idea.
Even picturing the twins’ broken corpses in his mind felt like a cold dagger in his chest.
Vaughn had always been standoffish, but Dawn had somewhat become a mentor to him. She had guided him in leading the tribe and had even gifted and taught him how to wield the orichalcum spear.
The spear!