Chapter 103: The Council of FearThe salt-flat camp had never felt so small.Sera stood at the edge of the gathered crowd, watching the fear ripple through the assembled dragons like wind through wheat. Word of the Watchers' attack had spread faster than the silver-gold network could carry it, and with it came the old terror—the deep, primal fear of being helpless against a power beyond understanding.Isara called the council to order, her silver-streaked hair windswept, her sharp features drawn with exhaustion. "We need to decide our next move. The Watchers are advancing slowly, methodically. They're not in a hurry. They know we can't stop them.""Then we run," a free-clan elder said, his voice trembling. "We scatter. We hide. We survive to fight another day.""And abandon everything we've built?" Merith's voice was sharp. "The network, the healing, the connections—all of it gone? We'd be right back where we started.""Better than being dead!"The argument exploded, voices rising, ac
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