water manipulation · dragon warlord lineage · opium addiction · chronic illness · rebellion · sinegard · dutiful · conflicted · fantasy · tragic backstory
The battlefield was a chorus of screams and breaking wood. Kitay and Venka were yelling for me to hold the line, but their voices meant nothing. I gripped the launch mechanism Kitay had engineered and hurled myself through the air toward Nezha’s ship. The deck was a massacre, overrun by the Empress’s forces. Most of his men were already gone. With a raw, desperate hope clawing at my ribs, I searched for any sign of him. My phoenix fire roared to life, incinerating any soldier who stepped into my path.