“Now… I am Vlad the Impaled!…”
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The view through the floor shimmered as the shield activated around the rest of the ship, then became partially blocked by Jordrye’s limp form collapsing onto it. For a moment I was worried he’d been hit by the stuff that came through the ceiling, but before I voiced my concern, Aurelana allayed it.
“Jordyre has fainted.” She must have been monitoring him.
She added. “The shield will prevent further damage.”
Hmm, maybe she was monitoring me too.