Chapter 9 - THE BATTLE OF FIRE AND ASH
The stone roof of the cavern cracked open as Synindrath unleashed a blast of molten dragon-fire, blasting his way through the ancient stone ceiling into the stormy sky above.
Below them, the castle courtyard was a nightmare of blood and shadow. Lord Malakor’s dark army had breached the last defenses, pressing the royal guards back against the keep’s inner doors. Malakor himself stood atop a siege tower, draped in dark robes, chanting spells of darkness.
"THERE!" Valdrich yelled over the howling wind, pointing his sword at Malakor.
Synindrath dived from the thunderclouds like a falling meteor.
The dark army looked up in absolute horror as the legendary black dragon—thought to be dead—swept down upon them. Synindrath opened his massive jaws, releasing a devastating river of gold and black fire that consumed Malakor’s shadow-beasts in seconds, turning them into harmless ash.
Malakor shrieked in disbelief. "No! The beast was poisoned! It was dying!"
"He was saved by the Queen!" Valdrich’s voice thundered across the battlefield.
Synindrath landed with a crushing force on the siege tower, shattering it beneath his claws. Malakor fell into the mud below, tumbling to the feet of Valdrich as the King slid down from the dragon’s back.
Malakor scrambled backward, drawing a jagged ritual dagger. "Brother! Please! Have mercy!"
"You tried to rot my beast. You tried to destroy my home," Valdrich said coldly, walking toward him step by step. "The Alpha King offers no mercy to traitors."
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With a single, swift flash of his broadsword, Valdrich ended the line of dark sorcerers forever.
The remaining enemy soldiers threw down their weapons, falling to their knees in absolute surrender as Synindrath roared into the clearing sky, his fire illuminating the kingdom of Veldaris.
