The fortress bustled with activity. Jack stood on the high ramparts, arms crossed, watching as the alliance forces moved like clockwork. The Elves and Katrina's troops were already blending into a formidable military machine, and now, with the unexpected involvement of the Goblin King, the possibilities had expanded.
Jack smirked. "Three times." That was all it would take. Three life-saving interventions, and the dragons would be bound to their ancient oath. But it was easier said than done.
Katrina approached him, her expression unreadable. "So, what's the next move?"
Jack didn't respond immediately. He was calculating, considering all the possible ways this could play out. The dragons weren't like humans or elves. Their pride was absolute. Even if they were saved, they might twist the circumstances to deny the obligation.
I have to make sure it's undeniable.
He turned to Katrina. "We wait. We watch. And when the perfect moment arrives, we strike."