Within three seconds, the Ice Drake collapsed, its massive form crashing to the floor with an impact that shook the throne room's foundations.
The crystalline body had gone completely opaque, all internal light extinguished as death claimed one of Jack's bound creatures.
Vorath stepped back, his bare hand still dripping with dark fluid as he turned toward Jack with an expression that mixed triumph and contempt. "See? Your 'mighty' dragon falls to a simple touch. What does that say about the Soul Warden's..."
The Ice Drake's body began glowing.
Not the natural luminescence of a living crystal, but something else entirely.
Silver light bled from within the opaque form, spreading through the fracture lines.
The cracks sealed themselves, and the damaged scales reforming with perfection erased all evidence of the Blight's corruption.
Then the creature's eyes opened, blazing with cold fury that transcended simple animal rage.
