The sky roared as multiple flying ships cut through the clouds.
Garion stood near the front of his ship, looking ahead. Behind him, the others stood ready.
Valtor cracked his knuckles again. "Finally… I was getting bored just flying."
The twins leaned near the window, looking down.
Rynor grinned. "Whoa… There are a lot of them."
Rynar nodded. "Yeah. Not just one or two."
Garion glanced sideways toward the other ships flying alongside them. "What about the plan?"
On another ship nearby, a Drakenfel elder responded through a communication device. "Of course we split."
His voice came through clearly. "There are too many dragon dens. We attack multiple points at once."
Garion smirked slightly. "Good."
Then he spoke again. "Then give me the hardest one."
There was a short pause on the communication line.
"…You're serious?" the Drakenfel elder asked.
Garion turned slightly, a small grin on his face. "Of course."
