“Inquisitor!” Cassandra’s cry cut through the hot night air.
Gael had never heard anything like it. The Seeker’s voice was normally gruff and leveled. The desperate crack in her pitch sent a chill down his spine. He needed to dodge, needed to move, but his hands, unsteady and slick with his own blood, slid along the ground as he tried to rise. Heart pounding in his ears, he turned his head to see the giant reptilian head only meters away, poised to strike as it prepared itself to release the cursed fire on him. Gael’s large elven eyes grew wide as he saw the red-lyrium bubbling in the beast’s throat.
The dragon lurched forward and the fiery storm blazed out of its mouth. It would have incinerated him instantly but, less than a second after crying out her warning, Cassandra stepped in, drawing up her shield and crouching over him in one swift motion. Hellfire engulfed them and The Inquisitor cried out as the unworldly flames licked at his skin. He los