Dark and Fenroot stared in shock at the forming dragon below them. Made of pure metal, it was of the Keeper variety, and it was menacing. But the head was featureless. The eyes were practically blank and there were no teeth in the mouth. The body parts hovered in the air, inching closer together as if invisible hands were stitching them together.
Dark seized the opportunity to sink his teeth into Fenroot’s shoulder. Fenroot roared and tried to pull at him. Dark wrestled him down onto the platform, clawing at his throat.
But Fenroot kicked him away and took flight.
Dark spread his wings but they ached. The poison was spreading to them.
No! Not now! he thought.
He lifted off after the silver dragon just as the wings of the metal dragon began to glow.
