Bea tried to hold on. But this wasn't a battle of mental manipulation, it had entered the realm of the spirit. The link she'd initially overridden was now being reconstructed through a stronger connection to Soren's soul.
The wind dragon buckled, convulsed—then screamed.
The link snapped.
Kain clutched his chest as a faint pang of pain ran through his heart.
Bea's presence within his mind, which was usually like a constant presence in his subconscious, dimmed briefly. Kain could practically visualize how she recoiled, shrinking slightly, despite her being invisible to the naked eye.
The fourth dragon lurched forward, its wounded wings dragging, eyes vacant—before it was absorbed into the rising fusion.
The aura of the monstrosity strengthened even further, rising and rising until it broke through the limits of what felt like a peak blue-grade spiritual creature, to indigo grade.
