Seconds after the first attack, the skies above Melanochelys flared with chaos.
Roars split the heavens as eight legendary dragons, each strong enough to wipe out a city with a single attack, descended from the stormy clouds.
Their eyes burned with primal power as their wings darkened the sun.
'They aren't your normal fleet,' Alex muttered, standing in the clouds like an army.
[Yes. That many legendary dragons wouldn't be sent here without a solid reason.]
What Sophia said was true. A normal fleet would mostly have one or two legendary dragons. Even those types of fleets would be war-leading fleets.
But the one before them had all legendary dragons, which wasn't normal.
'Now that you mention it, this seems too much of a coincidence.' Alex squinted as he stared at the dragons closing in.
Turning toward Vilolet, Alex tilted his head. "What are the odds that this attack, right when I'm here, is a coincidence?"
