Ísqala's monstrous army was advancing toward the Rising Blade Tribe. Ülgen and his siblings sat upon Iczyra's back in their dragonborn forms. Although a throne crafted by kobolds had been mounted there for Ülgen alone, the four siblings stood on either side of their elder brother in formation.
The four of them conversed in normal tones, as if setting out on a leisurely journey rather than marching into war. They were trying to calculate how many frost titans they would need to reach the eleventh rank by skipping the smaller stages. Of course, they were also aware of the immense energy still lingering within them from previous battles—energy they had yet to fully digest. Dragons, after all, were not easily harmed by great concentrations of power, but they still needed to enter certain sleep cycles to absorb it properly.
