Come on, little mate.Give me a sign.
WHERE ARE YOU?!
“Vector!”Erik’s voice slammed into his mind.
“They’re keeping her underground! If we don’t clear those harpoons, we won’t get close!”
Another ballista fired.
Vector dodged, twisting midair. A netwhipped past his horns. He snarled.
They were running out of time.
Then—
A blaring alarm.
A guardstumbled onto the balcony, shouting into his radio. “Radar has incoming!”
Vector grinned. A dark, merciless grin.
He knew exactly who was coming.
He planned this.
A second guardbolted onto the balcony, his face pale. “How many?!”
The reply was hoarse. Shaken.
“At least a dozen dragons. Plus vehicles. Too dark to see what’s in there. Something that doesn’t fly, be my guess.”
The first guard’s grip tightened on his rifle.
“Shit.”
Dragonlaughed. A cruel, guttural sound, without mercy, thick with the promise ofruin.
Vector’s eyes burned with dragonfire, glowing embers focused on those who dared take what was his.
The wind shifted, carrying the scent ofburning oil and distant thunder—the unmistakable presence ofmore dragons, hisreinforcements slicing through the night like omens of destruction.
They finally understood.
Hell wasn’t just coming.
It was already here.
And it was wearinghis face.
CHAPTER 15
The night was alive with war.
The windscreamedpast Vector’s wings, howling through the battlefield below as the sky burned. His massive body cut through the night like acrimson dagger, his scales gleaming under the moonlight, slick with theblood of men who never stood a chance.
Fire and furyrained downupon the estate, staining the once-pristine mansion in destruction.
The dragons were winning.
