Saphira's entire consciousness fractured.
She observed the capture and subsequent incineration of her dragons.
She had watched them become incinerated by a human woman who seemed to wield fire magic with the precision of a master engineer. She had observed the demise of even the most formidable creatures, dragons.
Her shoulders shuddered.
Her claws released their grip on the stone of the command platform, only to dig in once more with such force that the bedrock itself began to splinter. She attempted to formulate new orders, commands, and strategies.
But her consciousness kept fracturing. She kept processing the impossible, the way the web had been created, the way Mira had descended, the way the fire had consumed everything.
She started to transmit new orders.
"All units, establish new formations. Prepare for overhead..."
But before the transmission could complete, the sky detonated.
