The she-dragon suddenly bamphed from a darker dimension into the heavy liquid pool of crystaline waters, wings beating in panic as she fought to emerge onto the nearby soft, grassy bank.
Disoriented senses adjusted as she took in gasping lungfuls of purified air currents, untainted by the rot of lies and sulpher.
Eyes whirled dimensional colors, shifting to focus – fighting to not reject what they were shown.
Truth penetrated mind’s resistance, soothing the madness in her mind from long-suffered abuses.
She was no longer held captive, and the spell was broken.
Her body shuddered and then collapsed onto solid ground, before she lost consciousness from exhaustion.
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