Chapter 1752
Hadjar studied the warrior before him, his gaze taking in the transformation of Gardagrag’s armor as it shifted and separated from the dragon’s sinewy form. The once mighty scales grew darker and more predatory, encasing the dragon in an impenetrable shell of steel. A horned helmet with two eyeholes covered his head, revealing only his terrifying gaze to the mortal warrior.
The only hint of his draconic nature was the ringed, metal skirt that hung from his belt, trailing behind him like the tattered wing of some infernal beast.
Hadjar himself had only faced a Rule twice: once when he’d fought against the Master of the Raven Sect and once when he’d fought against Narnir. On both occasions, their Rule had threatened to snuff out his life faster than the General could compr
