"If dragons were so common, we would've perished long ago. Even two dragons at once would be unheard of, and now we're faced with four," Ragnar muttered, shaking his head.
Sylas, standing nearby, scowled. "Unfortunately, there's worse news."
"Worse?" Thorburn asked. "What could be worse than this?"
"Sadly, the type of dragon matters almost as much as their number," Sylas replied, his gaze fixed on the creatures. "And all four appear to be flame dragons."
"...!"
Everyone froze. Flame dragons were among the deadliest of their kind, capable of flight and breathing fire. Under these circumstances, they were the worst type to face. They could easily fly over the walls, and the damage from their fire breath would be catastrophic.
"What about the townsfolk? They must be panicking," asked Viscount Serge, his face pale.
