The nine heads of the Hydra operated in unison, each efficiently identifying and neutralizing targets with remarkable swiftness.
The coordination was extraordinary.
No two heads attempted to attack the same dragon, creating a spreading wave of death that left nothing in its wake but cooling corpses.
Its old, scarred body moved through the massacre with the kind of grace you'd expect from something that's done this exact slaughter millions of times.
Resistance attempts continued, each one more desperate than the last.
A formation of gold-scaled dragons, creatures who had served together for decades, fought together through multiple campaigns, and understood each other at the level of synchronized combat.
They attempted to create a defensive perimeter. Their strategy was sound; their execution would have been flawless against conventional opponents.
The serpent crashed through them. Its giant body barreled through their formation like a stone driven by a falling mountain.
