Watching the Dornish continue to dart through the mountain woods, Danyla noticed that even their flight seemed strangely careless. They looked like willing sacrificial victims, not hunters who had laid a trap. Her guard immediately went up. Anything this unusual had to conceal something sinister, so she began loudly chanting a sacrificial spell.
"If you want to play at sacrifice, then let's all join in!"
As Danyla chanted, surging energy escaped from the bodies of the Dornish engulfed in dragonfire and streamed into Myracis, filling her with pleasure.
"Attack, Myracis!"
Seeing that the Dornish still had not unleashed any powerful move, even in such dire straits, Danyla hesitated no longer and urged Myracis to charge them.
At the same time, she sent Difiral and Ophiral back toward the army of the Reach. If the Dornish trap here was a feint, Danyla suspected their real strike would be aimed at that army.
Purple-red dragonfire, hundreds of meters long and dozens of meters wide, swept furiously across the woods from a hundred meters overhead. It circled inward from the perimeter, leaving no blind spots. A stretch of woodland more than a kilometer across had now become a blazing hell. Even wings would not have helped the Dornish escape.
Yet Danyla remained wary. She kept feeling that the Dornish still had some vicious trick hidden away, so she made Myracis maintain a considerable height above the ground.
The surrounding mountains were already burning anyway. Even if Myracis stopped attacking, the Dornish in the heart of the burning woods would still be doomed to die in the flames.
As more people burned to death, the energy accumulating inside Myracis surged ever more strongly. It made her feel a little hungry, and she conveyed her desire to eat to Danyla.
Danyla watched carefully from high