Chapter 5 - The Trap Springs Open

Seraphine stood frozen for a fraction of a second, the magnitude of the approaching apocalypse bearing down upon her stone sanctuary. But then, instead of fleeing or surrendering, a dark, manic grin spread slowly across the witch's pale face. She threw her head back and let out a shrill, piercing laugh that echoed maliciously over the sound of the approaching dragon army.
Outside, the sky darkened further as Vorthar blocked out the remaining sunlight, descending in a sweeping arc that caused the wind pressure to shatter every glass window in the upper levels of the tower.
Kael stood upon the great dragon’s skull, his royal armor blazing with ancient, protective runic scripts. He raised a single, armored hand, and instantly, thousands of dragons froze mid-air, hovering in absolute, disciplined silence. The stillness was heavy, pregnant with a destructive potential that could turn the entire mountain range into smoking craters within seconds.
Kael’s glowing golden eyes locked onto the narrow tower window where Seraphine stood. The air around him rippled with thermal distortion from his sheer fury.
Before Kael could utter a single word of destruction, Seraphine raised her hands high above her head. With a sharp snap of her fingers, a massive, shimmering dome of obsidian-black energy erupted from the ground, enveloping the entire tower in a thick, impenetrable barrier of ancient shadow-magic.
Then, she leaned out of the broken window and shouted toward the sky, her voice magically amplified to carry over the wind:
"KAEL! IF YOU WANT YOUR DAUGHTER ALIVE... YOU MUST DO EXACTLY WHAT I SAY!"
Kael’s eyes burned brighter, the light reflecting off his metallic armor like dying stars. His voice rolled across the valley like rolling thunder, carrying enough force to crack the stone battlements beneath the witch's feet.
"What do you want, witch?" Kael demanded, every muscle in his titanic form coiled to strike.
Seraphine smiled wickedly, basking in the terrifying attention of the most powerful being on the continent. She lowered her hands slowly, locking her white eyes onto the Dragon King.
Then, she added four simple, devastating words that made every single dragon in the sky suddenly fall into a chilling, absolute silence:
"And your dragon soul."
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Kael’s face went completely, unnaturally still. The golden glow in his eyes flickered and dimmed for a terrifying heartbeat.
Because Kael knew something Seraphine did not understand. There was only one way to voluntarily surrender a dragon soul to another—a forbidden ritual of blood and transference. And the moment the soul was torn from a living host... it would kill him instantly.