The two Thrones fled from the battlefield, but the territories that Fortgleamm and Westbrent had ruled for countless years had already become a prison where every possible path of escape was occupied by the armies of Mehkaelos, the scattered body of the Phoenix, or the two massive Mythical Beasts that continued to pursue them.
Fortgleamm's mountain-like Throne rushed through the skies as countless metals gathered around it, forming several shields that blocked the beams and missiles fired by the expanding fleets of Mehkaelos. But even when the attacks failed to pierce his fortress, the shrunken vessels that had hidden among the wreckage continued to slip inside his surviving fleets, and ships that appeared no larger than grains of sand suddenly expanded within their targets and destroyed them from the inside.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
