30 • RAEHERYS

The clash went on—blades traveled and struck faster than any eyes could see. Raeherys had no knowledge about the rules in this human match, but he knew that their levels of power were far from each other. Larice was at a huge disadvantage. She already had wounds on her arms, shoulders, and cheeks. Her garment turned all dirty and bloody as she kept on stumbling back to the ground. She’s suffering, he thought, and he only stood like a statue, watching, and doing nothing.

What else could he do?

The idea of transforming came to his mind once again.

No.

He couldn’t go into his Primal Form. Larice would find out about his identity. But as he gazed up ahead, he saw Fetyr, locked up with that red leash on his neck. That must’ve been the weapon that Estevan mentioned before … the weapon that they used to capture dragons. It seemed to hurt the Lawdra from the look on his face. He’s suffering.

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