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boots, the blue blood gushing onto the snow
and dirt.
He didn’t hear, didn’t care, that the fourth
wyvern soared toward him.
Manon bellowed his name, and Crochan
arrows fired.
The Yellowlegs sentinel’s eyes stared at no
one, nothing.
A gaping maw opened before him, jaws
stretching wide.
Manon screamed his name again, but he
couldn’t move.
The wyvern swept down, and darkness
yawned wide as those jaws closed around him.
As Dorian let his magic rip free of its
tethers.
One heartbeat, the wyvern was swallowing
him whole, its rancid breath staining the air.
The next, the beast was on the ground,
corpse steaming.