A strange shift had echoed through the bond. Eccar felt it ripple across his senses like a jolt of unnatural wind, brushing the edge of his soul.
His wings stiffened. He didn't know what it was but it had come from Erend.
It only lasted a few seconds but those seconds were enough. Dragonborn could sense things others couldn't.
Eccar didn't know the length of it they can sense but some of it was deep spiritual shifts, echoes of memory, or breaks in the worlds. And whatever had just happened wasn't something small. It felt ancient and heavy on the mind.
Eccar's eyes narrowed as he looked up.
Erend, who moments ago blazed like a comet, was faltering again. His Fire Dragon's form was dimmer now, his flames less wild.
Vines struck him harder and faster scraping his scales, cracking it, and digging into vulnerable spots. Blood start to come out and hissed as it met fire. And Erend's movements looks slower. Not just from exhaustion but from distraction he had felt earlier.
