Chapter 46: Tyrant of Land and Sky

MALADIA'S POV

Galabel Wyrm extricated himself from the cavern, revealing his true form in all its scaly, pointy glory. He was more than a hundred feet long from his snout to the tip of his barbed tail, and his leathery wings stretched in the manner of a person yawning after a lengthy nap.

The dragon loomed above her, eyes as bright and yellow as the sun. Scars covered his chest and forelimbs, and a sealing matrix of shimmering runes surrounded his throat where it met his torso.

'Must be the restriction his parole god put him under,' Maladia thought. "What a loser, playing lapdog to a god!'

She told herself this, of course, to distract from the way her body insisted on shuddering in mortal terror.

"Well," boomed the dragon, "let's get on with it. You advised me they have the magic of the gods, and you've said over and over that you have a strategy for overcoming it, but you've never made it clear what that strategy is."