The silence after the island's annihilation seemed impossible. Only the sound of Strax's beating wings and the distant echo of the convulsing ocean remained. Xenovia and Kryssia, bound to their husband's scales, still felt their bodies tremble with the impact of that absolute word—Destruction.
But soon the wind shifted.
The air stirred, bringing new presences.
From the horizon, two colossal silhouettes emerged against the stormy skies. Bellatrix and Beatrice appeared in their dragon forms, enormous and majestic, their scales shining in hues that reflected thunder. On their backs, firm and sure, were Yennifer and Cristine, their battle gear torn by the wind, but their eyes fixed on Strax.
Shortly behind, a third form followed: Samira, her golden body a stark contrast to the dark clouds, immense wings gliding calmly, as if mastering the turbulence around her.
