"Wipe them out. Only about 90%, actually," Zephyros said, his voice calm, almost casual, as if discussing the weather.
The dragon shifted, its massive form filling the white room, emerald eyes flashing as they locked onto Zephyros. "What?" it rumbled, its voice like distant thunder, the sound reverberating through the chamber.
"You heard me," Zephyros replied, his tone unchanged. He walked over to the man chained before him, his steps deliberate, almost reverent. "I've always wondered why the Free Dominion runs from me. I see them everywhere—even in my sleep. Do they possess a skill that allows them to penetrate the barrier over the castle?" His fingers brushed the man's face, the touch so light it could have been mistaken for tenderness.
The dragon snorted, a plume of smoke curling from its nostrils. "Unlikely. Unless they're over Rank 2."