shore. What they made of her, they didn’t say.
She didn’t linger long enough to let them.
The Ironteeth who fell into the river were
dragged to the bottom and pinned to the rocks.
She’d had to look away each time she did
it.
Lysandra’s snout broke the surface as a
sharp horn shattered over the din, right from
the city walls. Not a warning call, but an
unleashing.
Lysandra dove to the bottom. Dove and
then pushed up, mighty tail thrashing to
launch her toward the surface.
She broke from the ice and the water,
arcing through the air, and slammed right into
Morath’s eastern flank.
Soldiers screamed as she unleashed herself
in a whirlwind of teeth and claws and a
massive, snapping tail.
Where the white sea dragon moved, black
lily
(lily)
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