Chapter 48

The Boneyard was a churning sea of slag and fire. Seraphina Stone, caught in the mid-transformation of her dragon form, slammed her colossal weight into Randall Hale. The impact sent a spray of molten trash skyward as she pinned him against a mountain of twisted girders. Hale didn’t grunt; he merely absorbed. The metal from the pile beneath him flowed upward into his legs, his three-and-a-half-meter frame swelling with every second of contact. A silent, white sphere hissed through the air,...