The dragon closed in on Camp Ashborn at a terrifying velocity. Flames already gathered in its massive maw in the distance, and I wasted no time using Burst.
Cedric's condition was still a mess, and I doubted that would ever change, really, but his Power was great. It tore through muscles and bones, nearly sending me spiraling, but I was much faster than I normally would have been as I charged through the tents. South.
I was not yet suicidal enough to rush toward a massive dragon, and I certainly did not want to meet the mother of the juvenile dragon I'd killed. All I could hope for was that the mother dragon would never find out that I killed it.
Green flames hit Camp Ashborn's defenses. They burned through the wooden palisade and human flesh all the same.
