The idea alone made Eira's lips twitch.
There was killing an opponent's weapon, and then there was killing it, taking the Core, raising the corpse and one day pointing the same monster back toward the people who had once chained it.
The survivors were not much kinder to Danton and would attack him at an order even of it meant death!
Those were the one Phei had not killed were either enslaved beneath his Marks or freed from the chains that had forced them into Heavenchild and Maxton service. Either way, the secret army the two families had hidden for years no longer belonged to them.
Worse, pieces of that army now belonged to the exact Dragon they had been gathered to help destroy.
Eira rested her cheek against one hand as another tired grin found her face.
