Weakness

Bailong head was spinning. Everything around him was merged into one, except two things, Sevir, burning away as the black dragon crushed him against the mountainside and crystals on the floor, by the immortal king, who was struggling to shift into light form.

Between three, he found the one with grey smoke, eyes blinking out of them with urgency. The dragon king already knew what was happening. On weak legs, he stumbled forward, towards Sevir’s struggling father.

“Help. Help the dragon king. He can push the black dragon into the cave,” saying he thrust the crystal into the immortal king’s hand.

His hands were not empty. The ax, where his brother’s soul escaped from, had another spirit, a black one wrapped around it. The immortal king, unable to do much, poured tendrils of thick, bright light into the crystal and his father poured out.