Impervious. The cage had defeated Grandion’s every artifice during his three years of captivity. Designed by Dragons for the containment of Dragons, the structure was not only built from the strongest substance known to the Dragonkind–Dragon bones–but further reinforced with cunning spells of an ancient, forgotten weave which destroyed the ability of those incarcerated within its bone cage to perform magic of their own. Telepathic Dragon speech was impossible. Magical Dragon attacks were impossible–on the contrary, Grandion informed Lia, his attacks had only served to strengthen the structure. A week later, she was still arguing the odds. “It’s impossible,” Hualiama grumbled. “There has to be a weakness.” “Keep trying. Your skull is, after all, more impervious than either Dragon hide or bone.” Lia refused to be provoked by her oversized sheep-obliterating cage-mate. “We’re missing something, Grandion.
