The air went still.
Not a whisper. Not a gust. Even the wind—wild and untamable just moments before—seemed to hold its breath.
I hovered there, suspended in light and smoke, wings trembling from the eruption that had just torn the sky apart. The glow still flickered beneath my skin, gold fading into ember.
Every dragon in the sky had stopped fighting.
Muir hung motionless, his sapphire wings barely moving. Raiden hovered opposite him, lightning crackling faintly along his scales. And Tadewi—the massive orange dragon who ruled these skies—floated in place, wings spread wide, her amber eyes fixed on me.
The world itself seemed to bow to the silence.
My chest rose and fell too fast. The power that had consumed me seconds ago was gone—drained as quickly as it came, leaving me hollow and
