When it came to dragons, the most known was Ashergon. No dragon compared in sheer tyranny. It flew from its lair across the world and wreaked havoc wherever it wished.
Cities, institutions… no place was truly safe.
Dragons were powerful, and their power was recorded in many tales. Every knight's greatest aspiration was to slay a dragon… until they actually saw one.
Any idea of dragons born from legend proved, in reality, to be many times worse.
Flames and ash. Death and blood. A horror that dwarfed mountains.
Seras explained her plan and strategy within the small war tent, with the exception of Damon who was still unconscious.
After waiting for a while longer, he still wasn't awake, so she decided it was better to simply drag him along as he was.
There were pale expressions on the faces of those who had actually seen a dragon before. Knowing it was a deadly mission, this was how she could tell the naïve ones apart. Those who had never seen a dragon seemed almost excited.
