Forged Destiny [Book 9: Ch. 20]

Switching back again, I slapped a hand on the thick Ironwood roots that had been exposed as my shell was pulled free. The cliff was a ruin now, caved inward and exposing a network of silver roots that spread down into the ground. All the material I could ever need. No time, though. That was an issue. Without thought or even a word, I sent everything I had pouring into it and just let go.

Make me something. Anything.

The dragon crashed into me and the cliff, bursting through rock and driving me deep into it, suffocating me under its mass.

Metal pulsed and shifted.

A sound like a nail being driven into rock ground out. The beast roared and thrashed, pushing me deeper and deeper and crushing me. My eyes closed against it, a silent scream escaping me as I kept pushing more and more heat into the Ironwood.

—Forged Destiny [Book 9: Ch. 20]