Morgana smiled on hearing Lord Roan’s voice as she calmly looked around the others, “indeed, we do not need another war, at least not until we are done with one.” Morgana said as she stared off into a certain direction, “Liam, Noni, gather all the Soldiers. We are matching into the Witch’s encampment and we fight to the end. Come victory or death.” She declared.
Soon, with thousands of Vampires behind her, the Blood Queen matched on towards the Witch encampment.
“Halt.” Morgana suddenly shouted as she saw a figure appeared in the distance. Soon, she could see it, a winged creature with glistening scale as dark as night, it eyes stared right into her with low primal growls rolling out of its throat, “the Black Dragon.” She muttered as the Dragon descended into the ground in front of her with its full mighty presence.
Standing on the Dragon’s head was its master, Merlin.