Stomper roared a challenge at the skyjeks and reared up on its spiny stone legs, and then opened its segmented crab-mouth. Before the skyjeks could veer off to make another pass, the nephilim’s maw erupted with a blast of fire—not pure flame like Pivlic had seen so recently belched from a dragon, but more a reddish-orange fluid that ignited on contact with the air and enveloped the roc-riders in an inferno worthy of Niv-Mizzet himself.

Pivlic urged his roc to dive below the leading edge of Stomper’s blast. “Didn’t know he could do that,” Pivlic managed when he was sure they’d made it clear. “Remind me not to shoot at him.”

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Dissension, Chapter 15