The sky burned.
Rion’s wings cut through the air as he flew above Corvia, his black eyes narrowing at the chaos below.
Flames spread across the city, licking at the cobbled streets and well-built homes. Smoke curled into the sky, thick and suffocating, filling the night with a terrible, acrid stench.
The rebels had come prepared.
Explosions rocked the ground, shaking buildings to their foundations.
From above, Rion saw his soldiers fighting viciously, their dark wings slicing through the air as they clashed with rebel forces. Spells and steel met in a deadly dance, lightning and fire bursting between warring factions.
A firebomb hurled from the rooftops exploded against a merchant’s stall, sending debris flying.
A child screamed.
Rion gritted his teeth and stretched his hand forwar
