Aurion crawled toward the unconscious silver dragon, his hands trembling as he touched Zephyros's scorched scales. Tears, clear as liquid diamonds, rolled down his cheeks. "He did this for me," Aurion whispered, his voice cracking. "The smallest of us... stood where I ran."
Veydris tried to reach out. "Aurion, wait, you're exhausted—"
But Aurion didn't listen. He closed his eyes, and a terrifyingly beautiful light began to emanate from his palms. The air grew cold, and the very color of the world seemed to drain into his hands.
"Forbidden Art: Prismatic Rebirth."
"Aurion, stop!" Ingi barked, stepping forward. "That skill trades the caster's own life-essence for the target's timeline!"
