Xilon struggled against two Renjerians as they carried him to the mountains. Below them, the forest burned in bright orange and red against the night.
Ash!
"No, let me go!" Xilon roared into the minds of his rescuers. "The human - "
"Was not found," one sighed. "You've been hit with Tryn poison and are delusional."
"I'm not seeing things. She was real. Is real." And from the section he could see past the trees before these two showed up and set fire to everything, she was a damn good fighter.
"How did a human get here, then?" the other Renjerian, Vox, asked.
"She and I hadn't figured that part out yet." Though if what she said was true, she could have the nanites that his people did which allowed them to travel lightning to other worlds. And he had smelled a faint scent of Renjerian on her, which either meant she had told the truth about her dragon heritage or had taken Renjerian blood recently.
"No, we have to go back and save her."