oldwitch

Through the eyes of crows separated by hundreds of miles
across the face of Immoren, she watched as great winged
forms rose. They were reptilian, serpentine, massive, with
scales gleaming in various hues of fire, metal, and smoke.
They soared high above the Wyrmwall Mountains, then
scattered in several directions at tremendous speed. They
would go where the Stormlord had sent them, there to
descend and ravage the earth, to unleash their blight and
leave lasting scars upon the face of Caen.

She shook her head, making a disapproving noise under
her breath. This was not what she had set him to do. She
had known Krueger possessed the potential to destroy the
dragons, if things aligned just so. He had arrived at a clever
solution—very clever. Too clever by far.