A monstrosity of a building loomed over them, its dirty concrete walls bleeding rust. There was not a mage in sight, crazy or otherwise.“That way,” Kai said, pointing up the hill at the old cell house.Sera felt it too. The mages were gathering. There were so many of them. Dozens and dozens. Their mad magic sang out, broadcasting their location to every corner of the island, like a lighthouse in a storm. Finding them wouldn’t be a problem. It’s what would happen after they found them that Sera was worried about. Even a dragon couldn’t handle that many mages at once.“We need a plan,” Sera told Kai as she jogged up the hill beside him.“I always have a plan.” There was something foreboding in those eyes.“Turning into a dragon and stepping on them all is not a plan.”“Sure it is. In fact, it’s a damn good plan.”“What if the ceiling is too low to shift into a dragon?”“I’ll shift into a smaller dragon,” he said. “Or cast some other sort of magic. The Storm of the Four Elements is very effective against multiple targets.”Yeah, and effective at bringing down the ceiling on us, she thought.
