Dragon Core by Sain Artwell

Author:Sain Artwell [Artwell, Sain]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Sain Artwell
Published: 2021-07-16T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17 - Avatar of the Metal Dawn

A fiery surge of fury flooded Alron’s brain. He threw the dragonized glaive at Karjan’s skull with full strength. The flash of scarlet flew straight and right through the pillar, and into the blackmetal reinforced wall behind it. Alron had barely managed to restrain his impulse, tipping the shaft the moment it left his grip to pivot the blade towards the girl’s horn. Katjan lived, for now.

He dashed to Fei to catch her mid-fall.

The shock-wave of his sudden movement shattered the thousand glass flasks into a hundred thousand fragments. Alron raised his wings as a shield and stared in horror at the bullet hole which had replaced Fei’s heart. In the middle of the hole hovered that spark of mysterious essence. Soulfire blazed in her wide-open eyes as she gasped for air, whilst bleeding to death.

Alron I thought… I forgot to… blind the oracle.

“Become flames, my vis will sustain you,” he commanded.

It won’t heal me. I’ll drain your vis too fast. Rasdrev is coming… Save your strength. Save Mlevanosk.

“Drain what you need. My vis is plentiful. Become flames.” This time, Alron forced the command through their bond, and turned Fei into fire himself.

With a deep inhale, he drew Fei into his lungs. Though he despised exercising that authority, he was not about to lose Fei due to her own panic. Alron could feel how her soulfire began to gnaw on him from the inside, slowly draining his vis. Less than ideal, but it was manageable. One way, or another, he would defeat Rasdrev and all the irredeemable wastes of breath deserving death and worse.

Alron, stop! Spit me out!

Fret not for me. I finished Carrion Scourge without you and with handicaps far worse than this. Focus on the spark Mlevanosk gave you. Make something of it, and perhaps you’ll find a way to give me an edge, Alron thought to Fei.

In truth, losing Fei was a massive disadvantage. If Dente recovered to full strength, Alron was uncertain he could win. Unfortunately, he could not stop time.

Fei grumbled, but ultimately conceded to his demand. But if you’re about to lose, I will eject myself.

You will try. Though Alron wished it wouldn’t come to that.

“Alron! They’re here!” Sofi ducked into cover behind his wings, with Mlevanosk’s jelly-like morphcore in her arms.

Footsteps of reinforcements halted in the chancellor’s office. Metal screeched against metal and dragonfire swelled the firing chambers, the prelude to a hail of bullets.

Alron moved before a single round was discharged.

He cocooned Sofi inside a wing and picked up the vault door with both hands. Alron dragonized it and spun his entire body to launch the three-tonne metal disc into the office, as its edges transformed into talons. Without a flicker’s pause, Alron raced after the spinning door, plucked his glaive from the wall as he ran, coated it in soulfire, and lay a quick blinding cut across Katjan’s eyes on his way to charge the small army of sentinels and redcloaks.

A choir of cannons erupted, filling the room with smoke.

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