The air changed first.

  Not with sound—not even with heat.

  With pressure.

  Like the world had decided to lean in.

  Sei felt it in the back of his throat, the way breath suddenly tasted thinner. He felt it in the way the birds stopped. The way insects went quiet. The way even the wind seemed to hesitate.

  Eva halted mid-step, eyes scanning the sky.

  Brannic’s hand lifted slightly, palm down, a silent command to slow.

  Sei didn’t need either of them to tell him.

  The dragon wasn’t circling anymore.

  It was closing.

  This isn’t warning, Sei thought. This is decision.

  They were moving fast—too fast for the terrain, too fast for a group carrying a Rhino Beast-Kin who weighed like a crime against physics. The makeshift litter strained with each jolt. Rope creaked. Wood flexed. Every uneven step sent a ripple of pain through Rhen’s body—and Sei felt it, because the healing thread he’d wrapped around that broken life was taut as wire.

  Rhen’s breathing hitched.

  Sei’s palm hovered, then pressed to the Beast-Kin’s chest again, feeding warmth into failing rhythm.

  “Stay,” Sei murmured. “Just stay with me.”

  The magic responded in pulses—gentle, controlled, but more demanding now. It didn’t feel like casting. It felt like holding a door shut against a storm that wanted in.

  Sweat beaded at Sei’s brow despite the cold.

  His hand trembled.

  Eva noticed.

  “Sei,” she said, voice tight. “Eyes up.”

  He forced himself to look.

  Above the ridgeline, the sky darkened—not with clouds, but with movement.

  A shadow swept over them, vast enough to swallow the ground.

  Sei’s stomach dropped.

  A roar tore across the valley.

  This time it wasn’t distant.

  It hit them like a physical force.

  Brannic stumbled. The litter lurched. Dust burst from the earth in a wave, as if the sound had struck the land itself.

  Rhen groaned—a deep, involuntary sound.

  Sei’s hand pressed harder, instinctively stabilizing.

  “Cover!” Eva barked, already moving. “Now!”

  There was no forest here. No cave. Just stone and scrub and the shallow cuts of the land. Not enough to hide from something that owned the sky.

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  Brannic’s face was pale. “We can’t outrun that.”

  Eva’s jaw clenched. “Then we don’t.”

  Sei’s mind raced—not in tactics, but in triage.

  Time bought. Lives preserved. Damage minimized.

  If the dragon attacked, it would pick the easiest target first.

  The wounded.

  The slow.

  Rhen.

  Sei looked down at the massive body on the litter, chest rising shallowly beneath his hand.

  And something clicked into place with sick clarity.

  The dragon didn’t feel random.

  It didn’t feel like a predator stumbling on prey.

  It felt… focused.

  Like it knew exactly where to look.

  Sei’s eyes went back to the sky.

  The dragon dipped lower, wings angling, not striking yet—herding. Controlling their direction like a shepherd with teeth.

  It wants him.

  Sei’s pulse spiked. “It’s tracking—”

  A second roar crashed through the valley.

  Closer.

  Heat rolled over them, a wave that made Sei’s skin prickle. The air shimmered.

  Eva shoved Brannic toward a cluster of rocks. “There—move!”

  Sei followed, half-dragging the litter’s end. His grip slipped on the rope. His knees threatened to buckle.

  He pushed anyway.

  They reached the rocks and crouched, trying to make themselves smaller beneath stone that suddenly felt like paper.

  Rhen’s breathing hitched again, worse this time.

  Sei dropped to his knees beside him, both hands on his chest now, pouring careful stability into lungs that refused to hold.

  “Don’t you dare,” Sei whispered, voice shaking. “Don’t—”

  Rhen’s eye cracked open.

  Just a sliver.

  Not fear.

  Calculation.

  Sei barely registered it—his attention fixed on the pulse beneath his palms, on the thin line of life he’d been holding since ash and frost.

  Eva’s voice cut through the tension. “Sei! If it dives, we scatter.”

  Scatter.

  The word hit Sei like a betrayal.

  He looked up. “We can’t just—”

  Brannic’s voice was low, grim. “We may have to.”

  Sei shook his head, breathing hard. “No. There has to be—”

  A shadow swept over them again, even lower. The air screamed with displaced wind. Pebbles skittered across stone. The dragon wasn’t hunting.

  It was setting the board.

  Sei tried to track it, tried to keep awareness wide, but his hands were still on Rhen, his magic still maintaining a failing system—

  He didn’t notice the rope until it snapped loose.

  Not loudly.

  Just a subtle shift of tension gone wrong.

  The litter tilted.

  Sei jerked his head down—

  And saw a strap hanging severed, cleanly cut.

  “What—”

  The weight shifted again. The rope slid through his fingers.

  Rhen’s massive body rolled—slow at first, then faster, dragging the litter sideways.

  Sei lunged, grabbing at the edge.

  “Wait—!”

  A third roar exploded overhead.

  The shockwave knocked Sei’s grip loose.

  He hit the ground hard, elbows scraping stone.

  Eva shouted his name, sharp and urgent. “Sei!”

  Sei pushed up, heart hammering, eyes searching—

  The litter lay empty.

  For half a heartbeat his mind refused to accept it.

  Then panic flooded in.

  “No.”

  He scrambled to his feet, scanning wildly.

  Footprints. Drag marks. Blood.

  Something—anything.

  And then he saw him.

  Out beyond the rocks, in the open, a massive silhouette stood unsteadily on trembling legs. Rhen’s body swayed, wounds screaming under the effort, but he was upright.

  Facing the sky.

  Facing the dragon.

  Sei’s breath caught in his throat.

  Rhen’s posture wasn’t heroic.

  It wasn’t desperate.

  It was final.

  Like a man stepping into a fire he’d already counted.

  Sei understood instantly.

  He’s trying to end this by ending himself.

  Not out of guilt.

  Not out of redemption.

  Out of doctrine.

  Out of a belief that losses were acceptable if they prevented annihilation.

  Rhen looked small under that vast shadow, yet somehow more dangerous for refusing to kneel.

  Sei’s chest tightened so hard it hurt.

  Anger surged through him—hot, violent, helpless.

  “No,” Sei breathed.

  Eva was already moving, blade drawn. “Sei—don’t—”

  Sei didn’t hear her.

  He took a step forward.

  Then another.

  The dragon dipped lower, heat shimmering around its form. Its focus narrowed completely, locked onto Rhen like a verdict.

  Seconds.

  They had seconds.

  Brannic grabbed Sei’s shoulder. “Sei!”

  Sei’s body jerked, but his eyes stayed on Rhen.

  Rhen didn’t look back.

  He didn’t ask for permission.

  He didn’t ask for saving.

  He chose.

  And Sei realized, with a coldness that sank into his bones—

  Saving someone didn’t mean controlling them.

  The choice had returned to Sei, brutal and immediate:

  Chase Rhen and risk everyone.

  Or let him go and live.

  Sei’s throat tightened.

  His hands shook.

  His magic throbbed beneath his skin, aching to be used, uncertain how.

  He whispered, not to anyone, not to the world—

  “I never agreed to this.”

  The dragon’s shadow swallowed Rhen.

  And the sky breathed in.