Page 95 of Realm of Wind and Vines
“Isera! Alistair!” I yell.
Lavendera slams a massive wall of trees towards the Dryad Queen and sprints out into the open grasslands.
Ice flames shoot towards us.
I gasp.
Fire roars through the air. It’s followed by storm winds and a massive wall of ice.
My heart thunders in my chest as the ice flames from the silver dragons crash into the storm of defensive magic. Alistair’s fire burns through the ice flames, making mist explode into the air, while Draven’s winds blow the attack back towards the dragons. In the middle, those crackling ice flames slam right into Isera’s thick wall. Ice shatters against ice, sending chunks flying through the air.
Underneath it all, Lavendera sprints across the grass, heading straight towards the Golden Palace. Indecision flashes through me. I could still try to shove my magic into her to kill her that way. But my magic doesn’t seem to work on her. And we also need the dryads.
“Selena!” Isera calls.
I snap my gaze back up to the dragons. Ice flames stream through the air as they attack again. Alistair shoots another torrent of fire to cancel it out while Isera blocks her side with another ice wall. Draven shoots a bolt of lightning at the dragon on the left.
The dragon screeches but manages to mostly get out of the way.
Summoning my magic, I shove it straight at that dragon. Just as I anticipated, a flame of violet pain has flared up from the partial hit from the lightning strike. I pour magic into it, forcing it into a wildfire.
An earsplitting scream tears from the dragon’s chest.
Outside the city, more silver dragons, along with red dragons,appear in clouds of black smoke. Wings boom as they climb into the air and shoot towards us.
“We need to get out of here!” Galen calls over the roaring magic and beating wings.
Trees shake around us as the four silver dragons hover right at the tree line, breathing ice flames with furious intensity. I increase the strength of my magic, and the dragon on the left screams in pain.
“Grey isn’t—” Orion begins.
“Then we retreat deeper into the woods,” Galen interrupts. “We can’t stay here!”
Above the Golden Palace, a massive silver dragon explodes into view.
Icy dread and burning fury rip through my soul at the sight of it. At the sight ofher.
Jessina Iceheart.
The rage makes me pour even more magic into the dragon on the left. He screams in agony and wobbles in the air. The other three roar in fury.
“RUN!” Orion screams.
Disconnecting my magic, I whirl around and sprint towards the thicker trees.
Ice flames crackle behind us.
My heart jerks as I hurtle across the uneven ground.
“Follow the lights,” the Dryad Queen’s voice suddenly echoes through the twisted woods.
Ice flames clink and roar through the air right behind my back.
I gasp.
A muscular body slams into me.
The force of it sends us both flying sideways.
