"Stay with me, Serena."
Hyran surged gold magic into her.
Behind him, the Gamma of Drakenfell dove back into the water. No one was dying on his watch today.
The cold hit Gavriel for the second time and it was the worst yet. The cold hit every inch of him at once, and his muscles seized so hard his vision whited out for one full second. He was the only one the creature hadn't spiked. Lucky. The kind of lucky that felt borrowed, temporary, like the lake was keeping a tab it intended to collect.
His body had no reserves left and his muscles were screaming. The screaming quickly turned into a numb, grinding silence that was more dangerous.
His body was surrounded in a gold glow that he knew was Serena's magic.
He kept swimming down, eyes scanning for gold light. It'd be the only way he could find either.
