It was, in the Herald's absolute assessment, unstoppable.
This was what happened when military discipline combined with the physiology of an apex predator.
This was the natural expression of draconic superiority. The capacity to weaponize the fundamental forces of reality itself and direct that weaponization toward any objective the Herald designated.
The magical salvo was now prepared. Thousands of dragons stood poised at the precipice of releasing a destructive payload that no mortal civilization had ever withstood.
The coordination was so precise that the magical output was separating the dragon forces into controlled bunches of hundreds.
Carefully calculated spacing that ensured no single engagement would catch more than a designated cluster, preventing friendly casualties and maintaining the integrity of the formation. So that the past wouldn't repeat itself.
