The dragon's spine was about two meters away from the ground, while its skull was, all in all, at a height of four meters.
I teleported to its head and rammed the sword into it, and it sank inside as if I were cutting through warm butter.
So satisfying.
The dragon screamed shrilly, again in the voice of a child, which made it much more creepy.
Henry had teleported to its back, attacking the spine.
The dragon's wings started to flap the moment I pulled the sword out, and we were lifted into the air.
What we were doing wasn't really trying to kill it, because we had no idea how to do that.
Instead, it was just to distract it and stop it from crossing.
Until help arrived—until there was a sign that the portal closed—there was no way we could stop this fruitless act.
He flew up and turned in the direction of the portal. I yelled Henry's name, seeing him instantly build a wall of shadowy energy as I teleported to him at the dragon's big spine.
