"Do not allow them to cross!" Thunderous voices hollered in the air
The battle raged on ahead, the pressure heavy enough to crush bone. Beneath it, the golden courtyards of her kingdom flickered faintly with the almost last embers of Merenrys’s wards.
Her sons. Three dragons circled across the bruised heavens, the living testament of Regyptre's Egyptian bloodline. The heavens bent beneath their flight, each wings broad as temple banners, their membranes veined with hieroglyphic gold that shimmered in the stormlight, each movement painting the air with forgotten hymns.
The eldest soared at the highest point of the barrier, his greyish-black scales glimmering like black diamond dust strewn across midnight. The light caught on every ridge, fracturing into silver shards that glittered arou
