Opaline paused just long enough for the Obsidian dragon to shut his mouth. “That’s right,” she tutted. “You weren’t.” Her attention returned to the man in front of her. She forced him backwards into a lingering white orb that remained just behind his head. “You know what that makes you?” Opaline silenced him with her retort. “Wrong. It makes you wrong.” Her curtness leaned into them. She spoke with such drive and determination that one would truly forget her age and as the pressure built around them, pain did too. Soon it didn’t matter what the tears of Alune were providing them, nor what Ilmatar was trying to protect them from. Pyrrhus and Kidlat began to lose their steam and all the while Peter would be the one that left them for dead. “My army and I found my Mother,” Opaline beg