Their auras pressed against his body, forcing him down.
Smoke rippled violently as the invisible force pinned him, bones creaking under the weight.
"How dare an insect like you tell us what to do?" Kram thundered, voice booming like an avalanche. "We should kill you where you stand."
The man grunted.
His figure was smashed into the marble wall with a violent crack.
His body slid down.
"You can kill me," he rasped, "but that will only harm you. It will be your loss, not mine."
The ancient dragons froze.
Their gazes flickered toward one another.
For a long moment, only the echo of their aura roared through the chamber.
Then Kram grunted sharply, withdrawing his aura just enough to release him.
His body was yanked back by an unseen pull, slamming once more into the wall before they fully let go.
Dust shook loose from the ceiling.
"Next time," Kram rumbled, "you die if you dare command us again."
The man coughed harshly but forced a laugh.
