The Dragon Flock's landing at the edge of the island was far more... chaotic than expected, making Asalina, the Dragonborn team leader, twitch at the corner of her eye.
To be fair, her own skill at "landing" was not much to speak of due to her lack of flying experience, but compared with these robust kin known as "pureblood dragons," she seemed fairly competent at it.
The Dragon Seal Witch, in Red Dragon form, landed safely in an open area at the edge of the landing field. Feeling the mechanical armor she wore slowly vent its accumulated waste energy amid a low humming sound, she raised her head and looked toward the island's edge and the vast sea surface beyond—
The Dragon Flock was still landing in formation. It looked somewhat disorderly, but after adapting to the initial chaos, they had at least avoided any major problems. Some of the dragons responsible for transporting supplies and personnel had begun "unloading" with the assistance of their companions. They lowered their broad wings, and large numbers of figures riding on their backs stepped onto the ground in orderly lines.
Those figures were the "Ironclad Soldiers" from the Azure Well city-state. They had come here for the upcoming restoration mission as well.
Farther out on the sea surface, the sirens' transport ship with its peculiar name was slowing down before making landfall. Its enormous hull reflected a brilliant gleam under the sunlight, while large volumes of water poured from drainage openings on both sides. White waves churned along the ship's flanks, and among them, many graceful figures could vaguely be seen leaping through the water.
Dragons, Ironclad Soldiers, and sirens—three utterly different races, three forces from every corner of the world—had now gathered here into a "special engineering team" bound to repair the