The third level remained bright, perfumed by Cyanna's faint, cool scent.
One glance told Jared she was in ruinous shape.
Pale as winter milk, breath ragged, she knelt in meditation while ribbons of black energy crawled over her once-emerald gown, chewing at her dragon essence and mind. She looked up. Joy flared in her eyes, then drowned in frantic worry.
"Jared, go!" Cyanna gasped, voice a trembling thread. "The heart of the tower's seal woke up, it's lashing out at every Draconian!"
"What happened? And where's Coall?" Jared demanded.
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