When Neveah's consciousness returned and her eyes slowly came open again, she found herself in a rather unusual position.
There were about a dozen people staring at her in amazement and Neveah immediately observed her own condition to be certain of what exactly they were staring at.
Neveah glanced down to see she was hovering, right above the stream and the stream was still alight with flames covering its surface.
Flames that burned brightly even on water, which could not have been a common occurrence.
Neveah's entire form emitted that dim golden glow and there were small flames dancing along her finger tips.
What was worse, Neveah was not alone. Standing on the banks of the stream was the group Neveah had come out with, and not them alone but Menarx , Lord Mycroft, and a few other Scabbard dragons.
When they had arrived, Neveah did not know, however Neveah guessed Everon had called for help in the heat of the attack.
