For several seconds, Rhazira could only stare.
No.
This wasn't right.
Whatever desperate explanation she'd been clinging to immediately began falling apart as she took in the damage spreading across her beloved.
"My love, this restoration... isn't this too—"
CRACK!
The violent snap cut her off.
Rhazira flinched.
Then another section gave way.
And another.
What had started as a thin break along the ancient shell rapidly worsened until entire sections of its hardened surface began splintering outward.
Pieces actually broke free.
Fragments of the Primordial Dragon's body struck the ground one after another, scattering across the chamber as Rhazira's expression finally twisted from disbelief into outright horror.
"No."
Her voice came out as barely more than a horrified murmur.
Another fragment splintered off.
"No, no, no, no..."
More cracks spread.
"NOOOOO!"
The Wyvern Queen's voice finally broke into a full-on, distressed scream.
