The rest of party bent over, covering their ears with no effect, as the psychic screaming of the panicked dragon echoed relentlessly through their minds

> NO NO NO NO WHAT I JUST DO NO NO NO DO NOT WANT

"Please, stop! You're hurting us!" The cleric screamed at the flailing dragon, as blood trickled from his nose.

I wiped a warm wet stream from my own stoically.

> SORRY

The dragon echoed. It stopped it's psychic screams and curled up into a ball, knocking its bony skull into the castle walls to calm itself.

Dust and cinder fell from the rafters and the structure creaked ominously. The cleric laid a hand on the dragon.

"Hey. hey. Hey. It's not perma-death. I have a Resuscitation Elixir for the murderhobo fighter. I know you're upset , but if the tower collapses, I die, you die, everyone dies. And I won't be around to revive anyone."

> No, don't do that

The dragon laid a firm and unyielding palm on the cleric.

> Those who come back have all been corrupted by the Void.

It's eyes narrowed at Aleric, the golden-haired elf who kept his bow still raised at the dragon. Aleric's eyes flashed, and for a moment, the blues were replaced by dark swirls like the night sky. An enchanted arrow flew through the air. Aleric gasped, then crumbled into dust, the runes from my own bow still slowly dissipating.

"You're right. " I tell the dragon. "You have the Sight , too. Now, we must hunt." I grunt, and force the wings out from beneath my shoulder blades, dragon scale replacing the veneer of human skin I wore as a glamor.