Eragon’s POV
There was a strange dullness which enveloped me, and as I dashed across the hallway while the whole building collapsed around me, I could hardly tell my right hand from my left.
The panic urged me forward, and I was only half aware of the pain which was still floating all around me. I had only a singular thought in my head.
I had to save Arrelia.
"Eragon," Draco called, trying to stop me. "We can’t just run towards the danger. We don’t even know where they are."
"I don’t care," I shouted back, still dashing over the rubble and broken windows. Several statues had been destroyed, and their pieces lay all around the hallway, ghostly eyes staring back at me as I ran. They seemed to stare at me mournfully, and there was a strange sympathy that blanketed their otherwise smug
