The Chaos Organization members, momentarily stunned by the display, frantically tried to regain control, shouting orders, waving symbols. But their commands were lost in the lingering echoes of the roar and the rising panic of their draconic allies.
This was the opening they needed.
"Now, Artemia!" Gracier's voice echoed, no longer human speech, but a telepathic boom resonating directly in Artemia's mind.
With a battle cry of her own, Artemia launched herself from the ridge, lightning crackling around her like a second skin. As Gracier descended into the valley, a terrifying crimson comet aimed at the largest concentration of enemies, Artemia targeted the Chaos Organization commanders trying desperately to rally the panicked dragon-kin.
The slaughter began.
