Ancalagon’s lament is breaking my heart. I’m not sure what happened or why he’s lamenting, but we have to get him further away from the city. We already have six dragons and a fiery inferno in the middle of the city.
‘He needs to stop. He is hurting,’ Zephyr says in my head.
‘We can’t stop, Zephyr. We’re too close to the city; we have to get away before the humans see us. And since Tana, Kenna, and Kaylani are still there, trying to help the others, we’ll only put them at risk,” I tell her.
‘He can’t go on, Ishir.’
‘Zephyr, if Oliver isn’t dead, or there is another hunter or scientist that survived, they could get to another lair, and they could blow the explosives that we know are in Ancalagon’s brain. We are under a time crunch here. I know you’re upset; he’s obviously upset, too, bu
