Armada

The day finally arrived, and it was chaos.

A hundred thousand Dragons stormed into the battlefield—an absurd figure that the humans had never experienced in their decade long skirmish against the horrid creatures.

Even after receiving the warnings, they estimated the number of Dragons to be at the upper limit of fifty thousand—perhaps sixty.

But, their current size was twice the expected number.

"Ahh… this is bad." Strategist Lang muttered as he stood beside Alicia in their fortress.

They had the strongest caliber of Dragons under Alicia's control flying around them—all of them being Dragon Commanders—and they remained fortified through a list of Spells placed on the floating structure itself.

Still, neither of them felt safe in the face of the incoming armada.

From their distance, the Dragons appeared to be a swarm of bats… perhaps even locusts. However, the closer they got, the larger they became.