Chapter 16 - THE NIGHT OF THE IRON BREAK
"Fire!" Drake roared.
Volleys of heavy steel bolts rained down into the corridor. Alistair pulled Marlo behind a stone support pillar, returning fire with his pistol, knocking two guards off the high catwalk.
"Nyx!" Marlo screamed into the darkness, pulling her dragon-bone whistle and blowing with all her strength.
A roar echoed from the deep cells—a sound so powerful that dust rained from the cavern ceiling. The iron doors of Cell Nine began to bulge outward under immense pressure.
BOOM!
The heavy iron gates blew off their hinges, crashing into the corridor wall. Nyx emerged, his black scales covered in dust, his amber eyes burning like molten gold. Beside him, three other abused dragons—released by the shockwave—burst from their stalls, their roars blending into a chorus of vengeance.
"Hold the line!" Drake screamed, panicked guards scattering as the freed dragons charged into the main hall.
Nyx swept his massive tail across the lower catwalk, shattering the stone supports and bringing six guards tumbling down into the mud.
Marlo scrambled onto Nyx’s back, her hands gripping his harness. "Alistair! Get on the Silver-Wing!"
"I don't know how to ride a Silver-Wing!" Alistair yelled back, dodging a crossbow bolt.
"She’s lighter than Nyx! Just hold on to her shoulder strap!" Marlo shouted.
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Alistair made a desperate leap, grabbing the leather strap around the silver dragon's neck. The Silver-Wing let out a shrill cry, unfurling her vast wings and leaping toward the upper ventilation shafts.
Nyx followed, his massive wings beating against the heavy air of the cavern as they climbed toward the moonlight above.
