Each Other
“Stop. Mask.” Bailong instructed quickly.
The immortal king stopped, and he stumbled. RuIng and Sevir were nowhere to be seen. He grit his teeth, considering his options between staying here or following Sevir and RuIng out of the cave. Two hands caught him at once. Sevir’s hands hanging freely without his body.
Suddenly, RuIng and Sevir were visible. RuIng must have mustered up some masking. It was good. He could barely smell Sevir before the hand shot out. The brothers were standing shoulder to shoulder, looking inwards. They must have heard something.
Bailong shifted his eyes to look into a probable future and saw his father tangled with the black dragon pass by the masking dome. He quickly pulled the immortal king by his clothes before it went blank again. He said, “everyone. Open your wings.”