Summoning 5.75 (Cerulian Drake)

More than a dozen of the tendrils lashed clear across the yard, the force of their attack shaking even the cobblestones, to meet the drake halfway. Bladed limbs flew, claws raked across iron, sparks fell to sputter out upon the ground. And Jace could only cringe as the drake plunged, bleeding, into the center of the mass and slowly faded from view. He felt a sob of frustration and fear begin to well up within and mercilessly crushed it down, allowing himself only a faint gasp of pain in its place.

“Again, Beleren!” Tezzeret shouted over Jace’s shout of denial, of despair. “Summon again!”

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Agents of Artifice, Chapter 15