Chasing Kane

The Silver Drakon glided high above the Turncoat Burrough, her sharp eyes scanning their target. The entire roof of the Keep had collapsed into the floor beneath it, burying the cannons and ballistae under tons of rock.

/Flight: Fey: Break off in groups of three and light it up. Let's show them why they call us Inferno. Muncie, you're with me.

The Silver Drakon banked suddenly, her speed increasing as the dragon puppet struggled to stay close. She aimed for the edge of the Keep and stooped suddenly, her speed decreasing as her wings caused gale-force winds to fan the burning fortress.

[Burst][Drakon Breath: Silverflames]

Superheated silver flame turned her path into liquid, causing it to melt away while she cut a wide swath the length of the Keep. When she pulled up, a wide gap through two levels could be seen.

/Flight: Muncie: Fey's fire exposed the next floor; concentrate your attacks there!