"Dragons!"
"So many dragons!"
"Ah! No!"
The Dornish soldiers had been lounging in the valley's shade, but the moment they heard the dragon roars, they were scared out of their wits.
Their camp stood in open ground, however, with no cover and nowhere to hide. Even the nearest woods were four or five hundred meters away.
Meanwhile, taking advantage of her speed and slender build, Myracis had already swept into the narrow valley beneath the Tower of Joy. Purplish-red dragonfire poured from her jaws, instantly setting a vast swath of tents ablaze.
Knowing there was no escape, the Dornish soldiers found their courage. They raised their spears and hurled them at Myracis with all their strength, only for her to send them all flying back with a single sweep of her tail.
Then the purple copper great dragon Antheros arrived in the valley close behind her. Orange-red dragonfire swallowed nearly half the valley in an instant. The air had already been hot and humid, and under the searing dragonfire, even the soldiers beyond its reach felt their skin burning painfully.
The Dornish fighters soon exhausted their spears. Only the longbowmen, who had used their agility to secure a patch of high ground, continued firing coordinated volleys at the two great dragons.
But then Amoros, Grey Ghost, Vhagar, Little Balerion, and Dreamfyre all descended upon the Tower of Joy.
Little Balerion's thick, splattering green flames soon set every one of those longbowmen ablaze. Before long, dragonfire of every color engulfed the valley. Amid Danyla's soaring chant, the flames seemed like living demons, mercilessly devouring the Dornish soldiers' lives.
The poor souls caught in the dragonfire fled wildly in every direction, struggling with all their might, but none could escape their fate as charred corpses.
Some desperately made their way to the