"Its too late. They're already here." The base commander said, placing his hand on Lieral's shoulder.
"Get to your vehicles and ready the cannons." The commander yelled. "Those on the Sraiaz, target the dragons that you can."
A thunderous roar reverbrated off the walls of the city, and the commander looked up, his eyes wide as he felt the mana in the air seem to stand still. He felt sweat trickle down his neck.
"Why did Lord Mithrael order us to cease producing the mana circles?"
The breath from the dragon landed, incinerating two of the Sraiaz launchers immediately.
Felicity growled as she launched her breath. She flew freely in the air, mana in the air circulating into her body as she inhaled.
"This is for my sister!"
She let out another breath, destroying a Llrathel at the outside gate. The Cartharic forces at Dresken began to fire back, and she felt the air around her lessen with mana.
She looked down, seeing the other Sraiaz system aiming for her.
