Cleora stood before the general once more, offering him a deep bow of gratitude. "I cannot thank you enough, General Remin," she said.
"Your timely intervention saved us from annihilation."
Remin simply nodded, his expression unreadable. "I hope you recover from this tragedy."
With those parting words, he turned and walked towards his dragon.
The moment he flew off with his dragon, the Grosbek unit followed, their movements perfectly synchronised. They disappeared into the horizon, into the clouds; the dragon's roar echoed in the skies.
As if reminded of their plight, the townsfolk, who had been in hiding, hesitantly returned.
Roblan had gone to fetch them, and now he led them back toward the ruined square. Their expressions were filled with shock, relief, and sorrow as they took in the devastation before them.
