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River Matriarch—Thames water risen black, flooding streets in corrosive waves. They speak as one—voice grinding stone and drowning screams. **Trinity (choral, shattering eardrums):** “This land is ours. Old kings fed us blood. New blood tastes sweeter.” I step forward—crown blazing, blood boiling. **Celeste (roaring back):** “Not today. Not ever.” The battle erupts into pure chaos. Seras and Lucian nova the shadow one—sunrise-dragonfire fusion detonating blinding, shadow screaming as light burns it inside out.

I didn’t blame her. “Mount up,” I said, voice low but firm. “We ride.” Within minutes, the camp transformed into a war machine. Horses stomped, blades gleamed, and the wind carried the crackle of fire magic already burning in the east. The dragons weren’t waiting. They wanted a message sent. And I would answer them with steel. We rode hard, Rhider and I at the front. Warriors fell in formation behind us like the spine of a beast ready to bare its fangs. And all the while, my thoughts kept pulling back to Helena.

The remaining rogue dragons, caught off guard by the sudden reinforcement, faced a formidable force they hadn't expected. The fight was a flurry of claws, wings, and fire. The warriors, trained in combat and fueled by the desire to protect their leader, engaged the rogues with precision and unity. Flames clashed in midair, casting an eerie glow amidst the forest's canopy. With each clash, the warriors gained ground, their coordinated efforts overpowering the scattered rogues. Astrid, though still recovering, watched with awe as the battle raged on. The warriors strategically cornered the rogues, leaving them with no room for escape.

“And you will lead us?” “Yes,” I said. “To the future where the war has already begun.” A murmur rose among the dragons. They spoke in low growls and whispers, ancient voices carried by the wind. Finally, Drakar raised his head and let out a deafening roar. The sound echoed across the valley like thunder. “We will follow you,” he declared. “To fire or to death.” I nodded. “Then let us begin.”

Looked at Jerry. Looked at my warriors. Then toward the mountains where our enemies waited. My blood burned. Varkai stirred within me. Not with rage. With purpose. I lifted my sword one final time. "Let's go deal with them!" The answer came like a storm. Thousands of voices. Thousands of warriors. Thousands of wolves. The wide gates opened and the men marched out, the lines break here storming, chanting and running out of the widely opened gates. It seemed like the gods had made them turn a dead ear to all the noise we made.

The golden bracelet remained exposed, its warm glow a reminder of Fafnir's presence. When he finally emerged from his chamber, he found his chosen companions waiting, each similarly prepared for whatever might come. Marcia wore her full battle regalia, the insignia of Dracoterrum's imperial guard gleaming on her breastplate. Kiri had exchanged her usual flowing garments for something more fitted and practical, though no less elegant, silver runes embroidered along the edges that hummed with power. Dilo stood tall and proud, her void-corrupted arm not hidden but displayed openly, a statement and weapon both.

The sword began to tingle in his grip as Rhychard blocked another swing. He could hear the words the other Warriors were chanting and soon the words began to make sense to him even though he couldn't make them out. He focused on Mephalus, but he repeated the same chant as the others, reaching with everything Kree taught him into the sword. He felt the other Warriors, felt their lifelines. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a tall, thin elf with long blond hair look at him, a smile on his face. Then he nodded at Rhychard and melted into the air, his life force flowing toward Rhychard and entering the sword once again. The blade pulsed with the added energy and Rhychard felt it grow more soli

he then activates the main contract to try and kill us. Feeling the effect of the contract, I get mild chest pain, "Damn, you were right, Terry, it does kinda hurt." After a minute, the contracts started disintegrating since they had been fully activated. Still enraged, the king looked to his best guard, "Sir Grey! Dispatch these dragons!" The guard bowed slightly, "Yes, your majesty." Then, he stepped towards us as he drew his sword. As he held his sword in both hands, he let out a heavy breath as the blade slowly started to emit a faint blue light that all could see.

Then, he imagined her claws slashing horizontally in the sky. It had never happened nor Sara had ever seen it, it was all hee imagination. Her claws ran through the air, cutting everything that dared to step on its way. Dragons fell from the sky cut in half, mountains were severed, seas were divided. At some point, even the matter of the same sky could not withstand her claws sharpness. It split, showing a black space filled with small shining dots in the distance. The black lake in Sara's mental sphere was immersed in the sea at that moment.

The fire within their hearts burned brightly, a beacon of their fierce loyalty and indomitable spirit. "Our victory is assured!" Stanley's voice thundered, carrying across the grounds. "Tonight, we claim our destiny! Prepare yourselves, my warriors, for the battle that will reshape our world!" The warriors' cheers mingled with the night, an ominous chorus of impending conflict. The energy in the air crackled with intensity, fueling their resolve and fortifying their purpose. Their cries echoed through the darkness, resonating with a shared determination that would propel them towards their ultimate goal. As the gathering dispersed, the warriors moved with purpose, their steps resolute and mi