Chapter 479: Lyrae
The dragonbane eyed the injured drow hungrily. Oshnyr’s spiked tail shot out without hesitation. Holo Flickered above them in a blast of orange sparks and sliced through the tail with her scythe. Oshnyr roared and stumbled backwards in shock and pain.
Holo landed in front of Elzri and flourished her scythe at the dragonbane. “We haven’t lost yet, Noir, so get up. Your family needs you at the wall.”
Elzri glanced uncertainly at Oshnyr and then at his severed tail oozing black blood on the ground.
“Don’t worry about this one.” Holo patted her scythe, “Lyrae and I will take care of him.”
Elzri pushed himself up with his hands and uninjured leg. “My body, my mana—” he said between breaths, “Something’s wrong with it.”
“The dragonbanes are creatures of void nature,” Holo answered without taking her eyes off Oshnyr. “They drain all manner of mana. Their mere presence will weaken you, especially because you’re a mage.”
Elzri nodded in grim understanding. “When they attacked the wall with their flames I… I—”
“I felt it too. They somehow managed to drain every mage in the area.”
“The mages have almost all collapsed. The ones that haven’t are sick,” said Elzri.