"This is the 5th one… Are these attacks coming from them?" Silverlight Zephan watched another missile slam into the Blood Dragon.
Fire coiled upward again, feeding the flames already burning and refusing to let them fade, wrapping the beast in a rising column of heat; the scales within blistered, warped, and blackened. The shockwave dragged at loose ash and scorched sand, and the detonation's force shocked him all over again.
He had been impressed by the small army Adyr introduced to him, yet their peak was only Rank 3, and many were not even Practitioners. In the Practitioner world, the scale of power was simple and unforgiving.
A hundred Rank 3s before a Titled Rank 4 were children in a park, noisy but harmless against true authority.
Now he was seeing a small human unit unleash that level of destruction not once or twice but five times in steady succession, and the edges of his understanding began to fray.
