Brotherly Rift

Half a month later, on the Summer Sea.

"Roar—"

A planned sea battle broke out. An old dragon covered in moss-green scales circled overhead, sinking countless ships flying the banners of the Three Daughters.

"Attack! Loose a volley of arrows!"

On a warship flying the Green Seahorse banner, Elin wore silver-gray armor and directed the archers to fire a rain of arrows.

In an instant, arrows fell thick as rain.

By contrast, the pirate ships of the Three Daughters were like broken planks, no match for the green old dragon's assault.

"Dragonflame, Ulagas!"

Riding a newly forged blue-gray saddle, Baelor shouted excitedly.

"Roar—"

The old dragon raised its head and bellowed. Green dragonflame spilled down like splashed ink, while its powerful hind legs smashed through the enemy's sails.

At the same time, several dragons joined the battle.

"Raaah—"

Vhagar arrived first. Its enormous body blotted out the sky like a mountain, and its overwhelming presence shattered the pirates' morale.

The black-and-red Illygas followed, weaving through the wreckage of the ships as Pitch Black dragonflame exploded everywhere.

"Raaah!..."

A light-gray dragon soared high above. Every so often, it appeared to spit out a huge fireball, then watched from afar.

With several dragons in the fight, victory immediately tilted to one side.

"No, no, no!"

The pirates of the Three Daughters couldn't even operate their scorpion crossbows before a massive fireball engulfed them.

With a sizzle, nothing remained but ash and charred planks.

An hour later.

The sea was calm. A dozen warships burned fiercely, slowly sinking beneath the waves.

"Clear the battlefield. Don't let a single pirate escape."

Elin wore a solemn expression as he personally led the sailors in searching every corner.

After years at the Sea Snake's side, he had already acquired the bearing of a great general.