Seventy Seven
The air over the coast was already burning. The harbor defenses and first wave of knights had done their work well, too well. Ships burned in the bay, dragon fire licking greedily at their hulls. Smoke rolled thick and black across the shoreline, dragging the stench of salt, pitch, and scorched wood behind it. The sea churned in protest; waves shattering against rock as wreckage bobbed in their wake. Broken masts, splintered hulls, torn banners half-submerged. Koen and Zaria braced for the dragon’s descent. Wings beat against the hot, unstable air, fighting for balance as the battlefield below sharpened into view. The beach was chaos. Shifters poured ashore in jagged waves, some already locked in brutal combat with dragon knights at the waterline, others breaking off into smaller gro
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