With Varian in his arms, Drayk placed her beside Orzoth and Kaelon. His eyes were locked on Lady Sylren… and the massive dragon at her side.
"So then, Orzoth... who is she, and why are the Drakhors siding with her?"
"Young King... that is Lady Sylren. A general of the Eclipse Order. One of her abilities is to manipulate people's memories and turn them into slaves."
"I see. So those humans dressed like villagers... they're under her spell too?"
"Yes, Young King."
Orzoth and Kaelon could barely look Drayk in the eye. The energy pouring off him was overwhelming—it weighed on their shoulders, forcing them to bow their heads.
"If I kill her... does the spell break or is it permanent?"
"S-she has to undo it... If she dies, they'll turn on you..." — Varian explained, still recovering.
As they spoke, Lady Sylren, furious and overcome with pain, ordered the dragon to attack.
