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A swarm of flying dragons, no matter how far above it flew, was an awesome and somewhat terrifying sight.
He tried not to let that last part show, but he couldn’t help ducking when the shadow of the front guard approached at sixty or seventy miles an hour.
“They can’t see us,” Gia assured him. He winced, chagrined she could read him so easily.
“I know. I can feel the spell you cast. It was simply a reflex.”
Gia had cast an obfuscation spell to ensure they would remain unseen as long as no one looked too closely. He forced himself to stand up straight as the main body of the diamond-shaped regiment passed above them. The massive wings blackened the sky.
Salvador had never seen a dragon swarm before, but he could feel their sense of determination and purpose from where he stood. He
