I looked at the men behind me. Alex, steady and loyal, his hand still on his sword. Ford, terrified but determined, his too-long sword still clutched in his grip. Malphas, watching me with those dark, unreadable eyes, something like respect flickering in their depths.
And Chubby. Floating in the corner, his paper crown still on his head, eating what looked like a piece of rubble.
Raya, snoring inside my pouch.
"Now," I said, "we deal with the dragons."
I walked toward the broken window, toward the sky full of Old Ones, toward whatever came next. Behind me, I heard them follow. My knight. My prince. My lord of the Under Realm. My family. The game wasn't over. But for the first time, I thought I might actually win.
Outside, the sky was full of dragons.
