It was not the power of individual dragons. It was not the power of a formation attacking in sequence.
It was the unified, coordinated channeling of 3,600 creatures, each one contributing their elemental affinity to a single, devastating assault.
The magical density of the formation became so intense that the sky itself began to change color. The clouds beneath them started to swirl in patterns as reality itself was being warped by the concentration of magical force.
Saphira's consciousness was crystallizing around a singular objective.
One final attack.
One unified assault that would obliterate everything on the ground.
Deep in her ancient consciousness, Saphira understood with grim certainty that they couldn't kill the Soul Warden.
If they couldn't kill the Soul Warden, then they could at least eliminate his support structure. They could reduce his army to nothing but ash and memory.
The assault reached critical mass.
