Moments later, Earthshaker, Ursa, and the others unleashed their bonded beasts.
Within a quarter of an hour, the heavens teemed with dozens of draconic forms, diving and spiraling in the wake of the lead behemoth. It was a feast for the Stoneheart Horde, and a grand revelry for the dragonkin themselves.
atop the outer ramparts of the Horde Hall, a prime viewing table had been set for the distinguished guests: Princess Delphine, Ariselle, and Elyndar.
"Auntie Princess, Brother Prince, look! Real dragons! So many of them!"
Ariselle gazed upward, her eyes reflecting a scene she would carry with her for the rest of her life. She was not alone; every citizen and guest in Blackstone City was equally captivated.
"In some realms, dragons represent ultimate authority—beings of terror and majesty."
In a quiet corner of the city, the bard Cloudsong worked furiously with brush and easel, capturing the spectacle before adding elegant calligraphy to the margin.
