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Fenroot grinned as the flat shores of the western continent came into view. Fog rolled off the shore, making the continent look mysterious in the ocean waves. Gulls flew perpendicularly over a beach, flocking in fear of what was to come. The gray, choppy waters seemed to mirror Fenroot’s emotions exactly.
Moss flew next to him with an arrogant look on his face.
Behind him, an army of thousands. Keepers and Crafters, carrying elves. As far as the eye could see—the ocean was covered in a blanket of dragons.
A motor droned in the distance. A helicopter circled a beach. Inside were men with cameras, filming the army’s coming.
Fenroot laughed as he trained his sights ahead for the beach.
The helicopter fanned away from him, as if afraid. He roared to make a statement.
He was the fir
