Heirs Of The Dragon / Season 1, Episode 12
Blood of the Dragon
Episode 12: Blood of the Dragon The wind howled through the jagged teeth of the ridge, carrying the metallic tang of blood and the acrid bite of smoke. Talvyn crouched behind a splintered boulder, his breath ragged, his sword still slick with the black ichor of whatever they’d just fought. His eyes darted to the distant tower, its silhouette a crooked finger against the bruise-purple sky. Gavren’s warning echoed in his skull—Vyrak was there, waiting, the trap already set. He clenched his jaw, the ache in his bruised ribs flaring with every shallow inhale. They were out of time, out of options, and the weight of it pressed down harder than the cold stone beneath him. “Tal, we can’t just sit here,” Kaeryn hissed, her voice low, urgent, as she knelt beside him. Her auburn hair was matted with dirt and blood—not all of it hers—and her leather gauntlets were torn at the knuckles from dragging Loryn out of the last skirmish. She glanced over her shoulder at their younger brother, slumped against a rock a few paces back, his face pale as ash, his breathing uneven. “He’s not gonna make it if we don’t move. Now.” “You think I don’t know that?” Talvyn snapped, his voice a rough growl. He wiped a grimy hand across his brow, smearing sweat...