Fren’s right eye was shut tight, his other eye faintly glowing with traces of mana. When he finally opened it, the image flickered, then his iris disintegrated into dust, carried off by the wind. He smiled faintly.
“Steve… I saw him walk out of the door. He’ll crush that wretched witch for sure.” His voice was low, calm, but a twitch of concern crossed his face. “But that dragon… what the hell is it doing near the ruined castle?”
He stepped to the cliff’s edge and pulled a compact telescope from his wand. The lens shimmered with mana. His focus tightened, until the scene below made his breath catch.
“Kyle?!”
The telescope slipped from his grasp, tumbling into the abyss below. Without hesitation, he kicked off the barrier’s edge, launching himself downward like a falling comet.
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