All they could do was tremble in the aftermath of Ashergon's destructive flames. The world was hot, even where they hid among the boulders.
If that could even be considered a hiding spot. It had happened so quickly—Ashergon rising from his nest and, in an instant, eviscerating the demon army. Surely, the demons must have had powerful fighters, higher-ranked warriors among them. But there was no resistance, only fire and death.
Damon held Sylvia's waist, hugging her as they pressed against a boulder, the others hidden among the rocks. He remained quiet, feeling her breath on his neck and the low tremble of her hands.
Then, in the span of a heartbeat, the distance that had taken them days to cross was breached by the wyvern. It flew toward the chasm, slowing as it reached the other side.
