Thanks to Rhaenys the dragon's strange blue flames, the bizarre, molten lava-bloodsuckers were completely unable to stop them from departing at their leisure, and instead scurried away in panic as they were scorched.
The High Priest, hurrying to catch up, was caught in the shockwave and coughed up several mouthfuls of black blood. He waved to halt the procession, raising his head to gaze up as if he could still make out the distant figures disappearing among the endless grey clouds.
"Rest in place. Prepare for the return journey."
Chapter 103