“You’ll die if you fight that many necrocrelai alone,” Valerion pointed out.
“I’m not alone,” was the snappish reply. “And I’d like to think I can hold my own, thank you very much.” Another arm of water, heavy and vicious, lashed out of the river like a striking snake. It smacked into the advancing foot troops and flattened them.
A cold tingle in his scales alerted Valerion to the fact that someone was wielding a necromagical spell against him. He whipped his head around and spied a necrocrelai who’d broken from the pack. It wasn’t one of the Severed Six, just a random peon. Shädar was gone—he must have left once the army had retreated.
Valerion launched at the demon, closing distance in three wingbeats and scratching with his legs. Warm flesh squelched between his toes as he savaged th
