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But the Gorge itself was dying. The Serpent’s Maw—the living throat they stood upon—began to close. Stone platforms liquefied. Soldiers fell into acidic darkness.

From the eastern fissure, six shard-wyrms slithered forth, their tails scraping glyphs of decay into the stone. Elara’s archers loosed volleys of void-tipped arrows, but the creatures’ hides refracted light, turning each arrow into a prismatic ghost.

“Focus fire on the central thorax!” she shouted. “The crystal there is their anchor!” Call Of Dragons Dragon Trail 28-3

The melody wasn’t sound. It was memory . Every soldier who heard it froze, reliving their worst failure. Kaelen dropped the third Keystone and fell to his knees, weeping over a dead brother who never existed.

She ran.

“The corruption is spreading faster than the Keystones can stabilize him,” growled Kaelen, the Order of the Scales’ artificer, as he wrestled with the third Celestial Keystone. It hummed violently, refusing to lock into its floating runic anchor.

Her infantry formed a shield wall— The Unbroken Circle —a technique learned from the Fallen King’s tomb. As the first wyrm lunged, they pivoted as one, deflecting its maw into a second wyrm. The collision shattered both their crystals in a spray of black ichor. But the Gorge itself was dying

Elara felt it too: the burning of her home village, the faces of those she couldn’t save. But Valdris’s heart-flame pulsed beneath her feet—warm, stubborn, alive.