“Hundreds of thousands of dragons, they flew over the southern forests, burning the seraphim who flew toward them, casting their bodies down upon the land. They dived toward Castellum Luna, the fabled fortress of the south, where Princess Mori Aeternum herself had faced the phoenixes many centuries ago. Here too seraphim lurked, but the new Royal Army of Requiem slew them and burned their corpses, scouring the land of their light. They kept flying, traveling northward, until the great Amerath Mo...untains soared to their left, the ancient range where many great battles had been waged. Chariots of fire rose from those rocky crests, and many dragons fell here, but here too the seraphim crashed and burned upon the mountainsides. The host of Requiem flew onward, leaving a trail of death, of ichor, and of a purified home. Jaren flew with her, leading the camp, a green dragon, a priest and healer, his prayers soothing the wounded. Vale stormed ahead at every enemy that rose, a vicious blue dragon stained with blood, leading the Royal Army in battle, slaying the enemies.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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