Lucan's blade sank into Bing's flesh, and for a moment, he felt a surge of triumph. The dragon's roar echoed through the storm, and the ice around them trembled as if responding to her pain. He could feel her magic faltering, the flow of energy disrupted by his strike. It was working—finally, he had found a way to hurt her.
But his victory was short-lived.
Bing's growl shifted from pain to anger, and the ice surrounding her pulsed with renewed power. With a violent shove, she flung Lucan back, sending him crashing into the icy ground. He slid to a stop, struggling to catch his breath as the storm whipped around him.
When he looked up, Bing's enormous draconic form began to change.
