I swallowed hard, my tail flicking as my eyes fell on the battle. Fyren's words weighed heavily in my mind, more so because I knew he was right. It was asking too much for eighth-levels to go against a ninth, even a hollow shell like the dragon. It might not have the attack power it did in life, but it was just as strong and durable. It just couldn't be killed.
"You need more power," I whispered. "You have to break through its regeneration. Can you really not do it?"
Fyren's answer didn't come for the longest time, as I saw him narrowly dodging a ferocious series of claw swipes. Even when he broke free of its assault, hiding behind Fable's flank, he hesitated.
At last, he responded. "Perhaps I could, but you are not prepared to handle the consequences."
"But Selena won't be able to help. None of her powerful spells is geared for combat," I protested.
