The clouds on the horizon churned, revealing the silhouette of a pale grey-white dragon-
It was Grey Ghost, whom Aegon had "captured" three days earlier and taught a lesson with his "loving iron fists." Having supposedly seen the error of its ways all on its own, the dragon had used its gift to secretly follow Aegon's party, hoping to "atone through service." This time, however, Aegon had already noticed it.
"Skree!" Grey Ghost's slit pupils turned toward Aegon, its rider and leader, who had already entered "slaughter mode." It flew above the Mountain Clan wildlings below and opened its jaws, gathering scorching dragonfire.
The dragonfire was the same pale grey-white as its body, just as always, but this time it took the shape of a fireball rather than the mist that had suited its former temperament and traits.
As fiery power gathered deep in its throat, the fireball grew larger and larger, until it reached half a meter across and shot out-
Had it developed a new Dragonfire Form after my little session of "education and reform"?
But Aegon had no time to dwell on it-
Boom! Several Mountain Clan wildlings were about to leap at Aegon when the dragonfire fireball struck them squarely from above.
An explosion rang out. Thick smoke billowed from the spot, and agonized screams rose from the flames.
Aegon glanced up, astonishment filling him.
Grey Ghost was such a little dragon, yet its dragonfire had already become this powerful?
He had thought this former "Cowardly Dragon" had put all its talent into hiding and fleeing.
"The prince's dragon is here! Charge!" Alyn directed the troops from the middle of the formation, shouting excitedly at the sudden appearance of the pale grey-white young dragon.
That shout reignited the fighting spirit of the peninsula knights around him.