"Can you break through it?" Jian asked.
His tone was cold, distant.
Neveah couldn't fault him. She had felt a chill run down her spine witnessing Lodenworth's attempt to self destruct in his own flames.
The fire wouldn't kill him. Not yet. But if he burned away all the air within the barrier and expended enough of it for long enough...then the fire wouldn't be the cause of death. Suffocation and exhaustion would do the trick.
Dragons were highly resistant to fire. Not impervious...not indestructible.
Neveah walked closer to assess the barrier, wincing when a wave of arcane hit her. Harsh and unwelcoming.
She frowned slightly. This barrier, small as it was, felt much stronger than the barrier separating the stronghold from the dark lands.
Arcane was indeed the mother of all magic.
'What do you think?' Neveah thought to Demevirld.
It stirred within her, right on the surface alongside her wolf. Somehow, they had found grounds to coexist that neither side had to be suppressed.
