When Baswara arrived, he saw a scene beyond miracle.
The old Sea Dragon had lived for thousands of years. He had literally seen everything and thought that nothing could surprise him anymore.
He was wrong.
The reservoir of a hundred billion cubic meters of water, held back by a single human woman with her arm extended, while a corrupted ocean geysered into the sky behind her.
Not just that. A white dragon fought a tornado while a Kraken tore through the fabric of reality—
It was, Baswara decided, the most extraordinary thing he had ever seen in a millennium of extraordinary things.
"TOOK YOU SO LONG, YOU OLD BASTAR—"
"HANG ON!" Baswara took the younger dragon's curse with a broad heart. He landed beside Oathran, his feet finding purchase on the broken dam and his eyes still fixed on the woman holding the reservoir.
Around him, two more dragons descended from the grey sky. Jenggala landed on the far side of the basin while Serayu landed beside him.
"WHERE DO WE GO?"
