Moragas stood on the city wall, dragging his heavily wounded body. The moment he saw Violet's pale face and her empty palm, he understood instantly: the Horn of the Sky-Shattering Ancestor was gone.
Before, he had felt a bit resentful for being tricked into being a decoy. But now, seeing Violet so unstable she could barely stand, his heart was filled only with awe.
He dropped to one knee, his voice rough. "I will take the remaining thirty bone dragons to hold the western defense line. I will fight to the death to block them."
Violet didn't speak, she just nodded. Gripping her Staff of Creation, she moved to the core position of the temple's formation.
All she could do now was rely on the Dual Restricted Zone defense ring, burn the ley line's core to buy time, and wait for Logan to arrive.
Every ounce of rules she poured into the formation made her presence weaker. The emptiness in her palm was a cruel reminder: time was running out.
