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“We need to get the doors open!”
Sion and I ran through the cave back to the bronze doors. I threw myself bodily against them, but the only thing it resulted in was pain lancing through my shoulder. I hissed in a breath and looked to where the enenra was. The smoke was still forming into a cloud.
“Take this collar off,” Sion said. “The doors are warded, but I’ll try to flame them.”
I did as she asked and unlatched it from around her neck, placing it onto my belt, then stepped away as her body elongated and shifted back into her dragon form, ripping the robe to shreds. She opened her jaws and breathed fire at the doors. I ducked behind a large stalagmite to avoid the heat, peering out after the flames died. The doors were undamaged.
Sion growled and clawed at them. Her powerful talon
