Several things were now happening at the same time.
Björn, who had previously dodged those icicles, returned to his wereverine form and roared into the cold morning sky. He charged at Frostfang with a crazed expression. His bloodshot eyes showed little sanity or clarity. On his back glowed an ominous, blood-red sigil.
Clearly, exposing Elora to Frostfang's attack was not a choice he made but merely the result of instincts acting on their own.
This sigil was considered part of the wicked faction back on Söl and thus outlawed by the righteous factions. It was called the dying star sigil, signifying Björn as the dying star now going supernova just before the end.
Frostfang barely registered the fairy as his instincts forced him to focus on Björn, who was overflowing with a corrupted and life-consuming power.
Bright blue runes appeared on his skin, yet he became covered in brightly burning blue flames instead of water or ice.
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