A dark pair of grey eyes watched from the roof as a group of green dragons repaired the damage Kail had done to his stomach. Ocelot could now stand without the agonizing pain from the sword wound flaring up. Whatever the boy said he would likely prove wrong. There would be no scar to call him a liar, and these dragons would say whatever he wanted them to.
His plan still went as he meant for it to. The woman would likely be laying in a pool of her own blood, seemingly dead because of his magic, but still alive. Everything was going his way. He trained Claskan and Bora in many of the things a black dragon could do but some things he only just discovered.
His magic had the ability to control a person’s actions. When used properly it could keep a person alive by sheer will, even if they appe
