Come

Back in the battlefield, the Dacrians and Gavriel's men could only look back in horror as they watched the new dragon starting to literally burn Dacria down to the ground.

They were winning the battle but what was the point of winning against the battle with the imperial army if the city they were protecting was now going up in flames?

"Damn it all!!! There was no way His Highness could handle a dark fae and a dragon by himself!!" Luc cursed.

"But even if we go to aid His Highness, could we even help him?" Reed replied as the men exchanged words while fighting.

"F*ck! But if something happens to him… what's the point of all that we're going through?! Even if we win and manage to kill all these imperial armies, the dragon will still come at us later!"

"Then what should we do?"