09:30 AM. The sun rose higher, casting its light over a battlefield choked with smoke and littered with debris.
In the skies, the struggle remained fierce. On the ground, the Sudrath forces began to close in from all directions.
The final act had begun.
In the northeastern sky, Seraphina led her remaining dragons in a relentless onslaught.
Of the 250 dragons she had brought, only 127 remained airborne. The others had fallen, victims of the Air-Bombers' steam cannons. But they did not falter. They kept moving, attacking, and flying at high velocity—for to slow down was to invite death.
Seraphina beat her wings powerfully, weaving through a hail of fire. Around her, the other dragons followed suit—diving, breathing fire, and ascending in a lethal dance amidst the clouds.
"Seraphina!" Kaelen's voice crackled over the radio. "We're flanking you for support!"
