The beast roared, its scales reflecting the distant fires of the siege, and lunged at the enemy vanguard.
The gate slammed shut.
A door .
It depicted a dragon. Not just any dragon. The same dragon that had annihilated the Third Legion three days ago. The beast roared, its scales reflecting the distant
And he'd just drawn a double-spread dragon . The beast roared
Not because the fighting had stopped—but because the world itself seemed to hold its breath. The beast roared, its scales reflecting the distant
And Graviss, for the first time in three hundred years, felt something cold crawl up his spine.