Above the burning city, dragons circled like storm clouds, their wings blotting out what was left of the sky. Their roars rolled across the ruins, shaking the ground as people below screamed and scattered.
At the center, Novaria's giant red wyvern form dominated, her massive wings stretching wide, casting shadows that swallowed streets whole.
Her roar thundered, a deep, bellow that signaled doom for the people below.
The Crimson Bloom hovered in the chaos, her wide smile splitting into a gleeful laugh.
"Yes! Show me the full power of Bel's army!" she called, eyes sparkling with twisted joy. "Unleash it all, puppy! Let me feel his secrets through you!"
This time, Maël and Astros' instinct gave them a different command. The civilians' security would be impossible to maintain in this scenario.
"Ok, stop with this game," Maël muttered, finally decided to be serious. "She's lost it, this'll kill everyone."
Astros nodded.
