Commander Thorak, wiping the blood flowing from his forehead, consulted his tactical screens.
- "Our detectors are locating at least twelve heavy artillery batteries concealed within a twenty-kilometer radius. Combined magical and technological camouflage. They're using illusion spells coupled with concealment nets."
A fifth explosion, more violent than the previous ones, shook the air to starboard. This time, one of the escort vessels, the Black Griffon, could not withstand the impact. Its hull cracked with a groan of metallic agony, and it tilted toward the ground in a spiral of smoke and flames. The cries of its crew were lost in the roar of the wind.
- "Enough!" roared Syléane, her eyes blazing with cold, calculated anger. "The human enemy wants to test our resistance? They're about to discover what it truly means to defy draconic power!"
