Chapter Ten
Darkness Falls
Saviadro was up to something. Malarin could feel it in her bones. Her large wings beat the air like thunder as she hovered at the edge of the Fallen One’s domain. Her serpentine neck was stretched to its fullest as she trained her gaze on the dark tower the elves had dubbed Mar Valion that lay beneath the churning mass of dark clouds. The thin air surrounding her was cold, and carried only her own, musky scent, but she barely noticed.
She knew better than to breach the mountains that formed the edge of the dark lands. They might not be visible, but Saviadro’s drakes were always close by, keeping watch. Malarin’s lip curled in distaste and a bitter taste filled her mouth. The loss she had suffered to them all those years ago as Saviadro had escaped with the Sta
