Ventyre burst from the thick clouds over Mount Fuji. Akuan’s shield floated a few thousand yards below, Fiyorok about the same, though farther to the right. Sparks from Ventyre’s earlier attack still crackled on the dragons’ shielding like dying stars, while behind them, Vissyus ringed the volcano’s summit with a wall of fire. It was a heartbreaking sight. Vissyus, Fiyorok—they’d been friends once.
Ventyre’s body—a body built to soar felt suddenly leaden. Why did you do it, Vissyus? What was worth the risk? Shaking its head sadly, it cupped its wings and dove from the skies. Instantly, Searchings slammed into it—one from the south, another from the north.
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