Wind howled around Faye as she landed hard on the enemy dragon's back.
The beast shuddered beneath her, its scales slick with blood and frost from Talis' attack.
The golden-eyed rider recovered quickly—too quickly.
"Bold move," he muttered. Then he struck.
Faye barely dodged.
His blade sang through the air, missing her by inches.
She countered—a quick slash to his side.
He blocked with ease.
Not just skilled. Unshakable.
A real warrior.
But Faye wasn't here for a fair fight.
With a sharp twist of her body, she aimed her dagger—not at him—
At the dragon's harness.
One precise cut—
And the leather snapped.
His saddle came loose.
The rider's eyes widened.
"Clever."
Faye kicked off, launching herself into freefall.
A moment later—
The golden-eyed rider's saddle tore away completely, sending him plummeting with it.
For the first time, he lost control.
His dragon roared in confusion, veering away.
He was falling.
The storm raged around them.
Faye twisted midair, searching for Talis.
There!
The Frost Dragon dove toward her—lightning-fast.
She reached out—
And caught the saddle's edge.
Pain shot through her arms as she swung herself back up.
Talis pulled upward, wings beating against the wind—but the battle wasn't over.
The remaining Blood Moon Pact riders were closing in.
Faye's heart pounded.
Too many.
Talis was fast, but even he couldn't outrun all of them.
Then—
A shadow moved below.
A massive black blur in the storm.
And then—
Lightning.
A bolt split the sky.
One of the Blood Moon Pact dragons shrieked and fell, its body charred black.
Faye's breath caught.
"Riven."
The Onyx Dragon rose from the storm, his massive wings cutting through the chaos.
And Riven—his armor dark and gleaming—was already charging straight into the fray.
"You're late," Faye called.
He shot her a sharp grin. "And you're reckless."
Faye laughed.
The battle had just turned.
Chapter 6: The Fall of Kings (Part 2)
Riven's arrival sent a shockwave through the battle.
Onyx roared—a deep, thunderous sound that sent tremors through the air.
Stormlight crackled along his scales as he dove straight into the Blood Moon Pact riders.
Fast. Brutal. Precise.
His dragon ripped into the enemy ranks, jaws crushing armor and bone.
Faye didn't waste a second.
"Talis—now!"
Her Frost Dragon twisted sharply, cutting upward with impossible speed.
The enemy dragons tried to follow—
But the storm was hers to command.
Faye stretched out her hand—calling Shadowflame.
The storm twisted with her magic, dark tendrils of fire lashing out, swallowing the nearest enemy dragon in a violent, freezing inferno.
It screamed.
And then—shattered into ice.
One down.
The others hesitated.
But the golden-eyed rider—the one she had unseated—hadn't fallen.
Not yet.
He clung to his dragon's side, using the beast's massive wing to slow his descent.
And as Faye turned—
He leaped.
Straight toward her.
Clash of Fire and Ice
Faye barely had time to react.
One second—he was falling.
The next—he was on Talis' back, sword swinging.
She blocked just in time.
Steel clashed against steel, ringing out through the storm.
Talis veered sharply, trying to shake him off, but the rider moved like a ghost—balanced, controlled, utterly relentless.
Faye kicked out—he dodged.
He countered—she barely turned the blade away.
"You're good," he said, his voice calm despite the chaos.
Faye snarled. "And you're dead."
She shifted her weight, feinting left—
Then brought her dagger up—fast and ruthless.
He blocked—but not well enough.
The tip sliced across his shoulder.
Blood sprayed through the air.
He staggered—but didn't fall.
Instead—he smiled.
And then—
He grabbed her wrist.
His grip was like iron.
And before she could break free—
He wrenched her off Talis' back.
Wind ripped at her.
For a breathless moment, the world spun.
The golden-eyed rider fell beside her, matching her descent.
They locked eyes.
A silent challenge.
Faye reached for her magic.
But so did he.
Flames ignited in his palm.
A blast of heat—
And suddenly, she wasn't just falling—she was burning.
To Be Continued…