An earth-shattering roar split the skies, and I whirled, heart, leaping. But it wasn't the dragon who cried, but Fable, sheathed in gold and green light that licked along his fur like liquid fire. His aura spiked, slamming into the ship and sending us reeling despite my wards. The two demons bore the same halo, Fyren literally shivering as he struggled to contain the power within his comparably small body. Every movement he made left small black spatial tears in his wake, and I realized I was only following afterimages.
Incinderus's chuckle sound in my mind, sending a chill down my spine. "This was a surprise. You have my thanks, Oracle."
