The piercing cries of pain had filled the air as the arrows had found their marks. Qedren, the youngest and most vulnerable of the dragons, had shrieked in agony as the projectiles had pierced through his scaly body.
The Trurian forces had continued their relentless pursuit, closing in on Reeve and Uzana, attempting to corner them in the aircraft above the bay.
To make matters worse, on the shores of the bay, a contingent of Trurian ground troops had positioned themselves, readying their weapons to unleash a barrage of iron-tipped arrows and spears aimed at the dragons. Their aim had been true, and one of the projectiles had struck Qedren's neck, causing him to roar in pain and distress.
