Kwallindauria had no sense of the passage of time in the watery cavern. It could have been days, years, or centuries.
The boulder covering the entrance had refused to budge, despite their best efforts.
After hundreds of cycles of working at it until well-beyond exhaustion, resting, then working at it again, they had given up and directed their minds toward finding another way out.
All to no avail.
Whoever designed this prison is thorough, she thought. And more inventive than I.
“How did we meet? More importantly, how did we become friends? Aren’t metallics and stones usually antagonistic?”
Dauria shifted to face the larger dragon and stared.
“Not just antagonistic, most would say. In my exp...
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