Lyrah was covered with black blood as she managed to cleave yet another head and left it rolling down the hallway. Bodies littered the floor in hundreds and some were still twitching. Not all of them had their staffs so they kept on regenerating until Tyran finally decided to turn them to ashes.
Lyrah's arms where quaking with fatigue. She was worn out and still more were coming in. Two of the fifty Dragons sent by Queen Malenna were inside, breathing out fireballs while in their humanoid form. Any other day and Lyrah would have doubled-over with laughter but at that moment, she envied their ability.
“How are you holding up?” Tyran asked as he stabbed a sorcerer with his energy sword and the vermin began disintegrating in front of them.
“I'll be fine.” Lyrah assured him as she shot an a
