The sky above Vorah was tinged with shadows and fire when four imposing dragons crossed the wall at high speed, leaving trails of energy and fear behind them. The sentries barely had time to ring the alarm bells when the winged monsters were already flying over the central districts of the city.
The streets froze. Children stopped running, merchants dropped coins on the ground. Soldiers, confused and tense, aimed their crossbows at the beasts in the sky with trembling hands.
But before any defense could be mounted, a colossal voice, reverberating off every stone in the city, silenced the bells and the hearts.
"They are not enemies. Lower your weapons, or I will burn every tower in this city." It was the voice of Tiamat, majestic and threatening like an angry goddess.
The four dragons flew over the city with no hurry to hide or explain themselves. They had a clear destination, and nothing in their path would stop them.
