Chapter 21: Mystic MightSeff looked on in horror at the giant Yimlams ploughing through the fortress like a house made of sand – bricks and metal scattered through the air once struck by the killer force of incoming dragons. He, Wick and Moon stood atop the structure still, with their sense of safety rapidly declining, as it would've not been much longer until there was no building left for them to stand on. The remaining walls and pillars tried their hardest to keep the fortress upright, but with each passing serpent, another piece of its fortification crumbled. “We need to move!” Wick urged, tugging on Seff's arm. The Wizard did not need to be told twice. Moon led the way down the exterior set of stairs with his human companions close behind, pattering their feet as quickly as their legs
