Norwyn led the way out of the cave and they trekked through the bog, back to the Temple of Unity.
Dark took one last look at the temple, then at the statue of Fenroot.
“I must think wider,” Dark said. “Why didn’t you tell me that the future was in so much peril?”
Norwyn harrumphed as his orb flew into the teal sky.
“Only I can fix this,” Dark said. “The future begins with me. But first—”
He created a sickle of plasma in his claw. He hurled it at Fenroot’s statue, slicing its head off. The dragon’s head crumbled as it hit the ground.
“I told you that was a bad idea,” Norwyn said.
“I had to get it out of my system,” Dark said, grinning.
Scar perched on the roof and roared at them angrily as they rose into the air, leaving the temple far, far behind.
