Heirs Of The Dragon / Season 1, Episode 10
Blood of the Fallen
Episode 10: Blood of the Fallen Loryn’s eyes, wide and glassy, flickered with something feral, something not entirely his own. His breath came in sharp, ragged bursts, steaming in the frigid air of the tower’s broken hall. Kaeryn’s hands still gripped his shoulders, her fingers digging into the leather of his jerkin as if she could physically drag him back from wherever his mind had slipped. The slap she’d delivered moments ago left a faint red mark on his cheek, but it was nothing compared to the raw, haunted look carved into his face. “Stay with me,” she hissed, her voice low and fierce, her own exhaustion bleeding through. The cold stone beneath her knees bit into her skin, and the coppery tang of blood—Talvyn’s, Loryn’s, maybe even her own—hung heavy in the air. “You don’t get to check out now. Not after all this.” Loryn’s gaze darted past her, unfocused, toward the shadowed corner of the hall where the wind howled through a jagged hole in the wall. His lips moved, barely audible, a whisper of something ancient, something wrong. “...it’s still here. Watching.” A chill crawled up Kaeryn’s spine, sharper than the icy draft. She followed his stare, seeing nothing but darkness and rubble, yet feeling it—an oppressive weight, like a predator’s gaze pinning her in place. Her...