Jack Kaiser stood motionless in the dead zone, his frame wrapped in the crackling layer of black lightning. His white hair drifted upward, suspended by the magnetic pressure of the magical field surrounding his body. Oscar glowed with residual power in his grip. His expression was absolutely calm.
The remaining 3,185 dragons hung suspended in the chaotic sky above the borderlands, their formations fractured beyond any semblance of military cohesion.
The panic cascade that had begun with the destruction of the flanking wing now permeated the entire aerial formation.
The dragons, in a desperate attempt to distance themselves from Jack, collided with one another. The telepathic network was overwhelmed with screams of terror and confusion from creatures who had just witnessed the annihilation of over a thousand of their kind without inflicting a single casualty in return.
