"Malkuth!" he cried out, with tears in his eyes. He knew the moment it was about to happen, tightening his grip around his mount's neck as the great wings spread with a sound like a snapping sail, and then began to beat the air, stirring dust and bones from the stone floor. He kept his eyes open as the dragon launched them both into a broad corridor and out a colonnaded gallery, to soar away from the tower and over the mountainous landscape below.

The wind whipping by on his bare skin felt amazing, but also quite cold even this low to the ground. Malkuth was aware immediately, and slowed....