#halcyon silverwing

Mercy from on high! Reinforcements had come at last or so the people hoped. 

The armor-clad and feather-bound beast barely noticed until they descended like rain upon it. A legion that blotted the skies dotted the air with their own fiery storm.The screams from below turned into cheers as the tide of war seemed to change to their favor. 

It mattered little.

A golden eye turned upward at the new contenders. They were slow, easy targets for this beast to pick off. Blades extended from the armored unit it wore on it’s back and from the very tips of its wings. War was a game that Allag was in the business of winning, and from on high did he watch as his machination bound higher into the heavens. It’s big wings bringing it upward and beyond the line of dragons that threatened to shoot it down. 

“Arenthiel system: Online.” The armor on it’s back chimed. 

“Systems online, sir. Waiting orders.” A voice meekly spoke up. 

Upon the floating fortress did Allag keep this draconic abomination along with it’s mad scientist. A man hellbent on his revenge poured his heart and soul into the subjugation of Meracydia. His back was to the meek voice but from between white hairs did his blue eye turn away from the scene far below him. What a beautiful sight it was and he didn’t want to miss a single moment.  

“S-Sir?” 

“Engage.” Halcyon didn’t budge further. His hands were firmly grasped behind his back, white robe barely brushing the floor. Nothing more needed to be said from him. The room went quiet, save for another meek reply of acknowledgement by the scared soldier. 

The control room where they stood was silent compared to the ground below. From his vantage point did he witness the carnage as his creation ripped wings and scales off it’s opposition. They took on something they didn’t understand, and by the time retreat had been called, it was too late. 

For a moment did the sky seem to darken and take on the familiar blue hue that laid the world low. The beast drew it’s head back and from it’s open maw did a single forced beam of light extend out. It crossed the line of drakes that flew as fast as their wings could carry them. Their retreat was as in vain as their attempt to save what was left of the people below. 

The population watched in horror as bits of dragon fell from the heavens, their blood staining the streets and rained down. Then that beam grew and golden eyes trained again at the city. It drew back and let loose once more and when all was over, the clamouring and screaming had stopped, leaving only a crater and ash.