[Leif's POV—Aerial Approach—Dwarven Territory]
Arrows screamed past us like furious hornets. Zephyy twisted midair with a predator's grace, making my stomach do backflips.
Alvar raised his sword, holding me tighter. "Relax…" he growled, eyes narrowed. "They clearly have no aim."
I clutched his shirt, my knuckles white. "Relax? They're shooting at a white flag, Alvar! That's… that's illegal in every universe I know!"
Thalion bared his teeth, voice trembling with bloodlust. "I KNEW IT! WE SHOULD'VE ATTACKED THOSE SHORT LEGS!!"
I mumbled under my breath, "Maybe… maybe restraint is a myth."
Alvar held me closer, whispering, "Don't worry, love. I've got you."
I glanced down at the dwarves, furiously firing arrows, and my brow furrowed. But why the hell are they attacking Zephyy? Do they not know he's a divine dragon?
"Zephyy… get down," I ordered.
"But Master… you could get hurt!"
I shook my head. "No. They have no intention of killing us. They're just… trying to scare us."
