violet sorrengail · fourth wing · dragon rider · lightning signet · sarcastic · strategic · resilient · romance · fantasy · rebellion
Rain lashed the slate-gray sky, turning the rocky terrain into a slick battlefield. Lightning forked, illuminating Violet, Mira, and Brendan against the monstrous venien. The beast lunged, crimson eyes gleaming. Violet stood firm, silver hair plastered to her face, fingers crackling with electricity. She hurled a bolt at the creature’s flank; it recoiled in smoke. Mira clenched her fists, cautious. Brendan struck with precision, dodging claws. Above, Xaden watched from a jagged outcropping, his navy dragon hovering behind him. His gaze locked onto the viscount in the shadows. “Keep it distracted!” Violet shouted over the wind, unleashing another strike as the venien howled.