The explosion settled and the dust began to thin. Ethan pulled his greatsword free from what remained of Volcanus' skull, the blade scraping against cracked bone as he withdrew it.
He stood there for a moment looking down at the collapsed body of the ancient dragon, breathing steadily, and then turned around.
His eyes landed on the woman with the purple hair and the staff and his instincts fired immediately. Not the dull background awareness he carried into most situations but something sharper and more insistent, the kind that had kept him alive through things that should have killed him.
She was dangerous.
Whatever she was, standing there looking perfectly composed in the middle of a battlefield that had just had a mountain destroyed in it, she was not someone he wanted to treat carelessly.
