The waters were rolling under the fastest ship of the navy as it stole away from the group, carrying Myorka, Serenica and the dead captain towards Aja. There had been no possibility of a ceasefire and they had to make their move quick.
The dragon interrupted their voyage not too far away from their starting point.
Looming over the sea and shadowing the waves with its massive wings, the Black Mountain soared high and then dived back down again to perch on top of a rock that had maybe once been a proper island.
"I see you are going through all that trouble to see yourselves come out on top," the dragon bellowed and hid its head under its wing to avoid the tropical sunshine. "What happens if you lose?"
"We will be sure to weaken the Maroon King enough that you will have no troubles taking his gold," Serenica replied. "That's all you can ask from us, right?"
"For destroying a large part of my Order…I really ought to ask more."
