Xantcha - Armor 3

After dangling from the dragon's forearm, Xantcha dropped three or four times her height. She was out of practice, hitting her chin on her knee as she absorbed the impact. Her lip should have been a bloody mess. She was pleasantly impressed with Urza's gift, but as for his dragon . . .

"If you had a hundred of them-" Her voice was definitely thicker, deeper, and distant-sounding to her armor-plugged ears. "You could take one of the Fanes and hold it against the demons, but not against the Ineffable."

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Chapter 9