Chapter 71: The Call of Duty and the Pull of the Heart

"Again!" Xilon yelled. "Hit them with the fire again." The horde below them was fading out. But he couldn't leave any of the Tryns alive. They'd return with reinforcements. And now that these ones knew the Renjerian's hideout, they'd never be safe.

"Clear on my side," Kohl answered. His wings wobbled slightly against the current. He too had given blood to the others that wanted to leave.

"Taurian?" Xilon asked, then fired at five stragglers. Below him, the mountain burned hot with their dragonfire.

"Done," his brother answered. "I think that's the last of them."

"Yeah. But why didn't they send the big guns besides the two we took out early?" He turned to his brother Kohl as they landed on a nearby mountain peek to watch the flames and ensure there were no more Tryns alive. "You said they said there were a lot more of the smarter, larger Tryns so why only send a few after us if they knew our location?"

"I don't know. To flush us out?" Kohl shrugged.