Jolthar didn't hesitate.
In a single, swift motion, he rushed to his drake's side, unsheathing his Knashii, his long blade.
He stood before the drake, blocking the force directed towards the drake.
His mere presence seemed to lessen the beast's suffering. The moment his hand made contact with the drake's scales, the oppressive force shattered like brittle glass.
The drake let out a low, exhausted growl and slumped slightly, its strained breathing easing.
The man's smug expression faltered. He glanced at the sceptre in his hand, his brows knitting together in irritation as the glow wavered. The oppressive pressure should have still been in effect, yet it had no influence over the drake now.
The beasts around them, however, recoiled. They let out low whimpers, their limbs twitching as if they were under some unseen strain.
