A giant shadow moved across the Amberfall harbor.
Valerian, in his proud draconic form, glanced at the crimson fire below and the sheer carnage it had brought as he flapped his wings and soared toward the mouth of the harbor.
His topaz eyes glinted as he witnessed the flames seething and burning men alive.
Beautiful, he wondered.
Anna's brother is more capable than I'd imagined.
The young dragon was truly awestruck when the explosions occurred. It was a dazzling display of might. The screams of men burning to death sounded like music to his ears.
He believed he'd have to step in at some point and aid the Amberfall Magi. But his worries were for naught. Prince Marlow had sacrificed only three thousand men and brought down an army of two hundred ships and twenty thousand men.
Magnificent, he mused with a wide grin on his scaly face.
