Chapter 106 Burning the Military Port

At the military port of Yege Island, a towering and solid observation lighthouse stood. Built from rough stone, it had weathered the relentless sea winds but remained unwavering. From the observation deck atop the tower, a soldier was scanning the sea with intense concentration.

His eyes were sharp, missing no detail. Suddenly, he spotted an approaching ship, and his senses immediately heightened.

As the ship drew closer, he discerned the flying flag of Lys. His tension eased slightly at the familiar sight. "It's Reese's ship. There should be no problem," he muttered under his breath.

However, as the warship continued to approach, the soldier's sharp gaze caught sight of something strange. The warship was badly damaged. But what stunned him even more was that only two figures seemed to be operating the massive deck.

His eyes widened, trying to make sense of the situation. The movements of the two sailors seemed unnatural, stiff, and unfamiliar—far from the fluid motions of experienced seafarers.

The soldier furrowed his brow. Could Reese's warship have been attacked? He quickly pieced together that the ship must have been in a battle, with only two survivors left to control it.

Finally, the warship neared the entrance to the military port. The lighthouse's beam of light guided ships safely into the harbor, offering a sense of security.

As the ship drew closer, the soldier could clearly see the damage: a battered hull and torn sails. His heart rate quickened, a sense of dread creeping in.

The warship continued to move without slowing, heading toward the area where the ships were most densely docked. The sailor at the helm suddenly stopped his actions, grabbed a wooden barrel, and threw it overboard. The barrel hit the water with a heavy splash, half-submerged in the sea. From the way it sank, the soldier could tell that the barrel was filled with something heavy.

More barrels followed, each one hitting the water with a dull thud. As the soldiers on the shore noticed the strange activity, alarms were sounded. The camp erupted into chaos. Lights flickered on, and shouts filled the air as weapons clashed and footsteps hurriedly echoed through the night.

Soldiers rushed out of their tents in disarray, some barely dressed. The generals shouted commands, trying to control the chaotic situation. The flickering torchlight illuminated faces full of panic.

At that moment, a deafening roar pierced the air. It was as if the very sky had been torn asunder. The soldiers froze, their hearts gripped by fear.

The watchtowers, hearing the sound, blew their horns urgently. The shrill notes reverberated through the air, signaling the coming danger.

The camp went wild, and the fear spread like wildfire. Soldiers and civilians rushed toward the ships in desperation. "The dragon is coming!" they shouted in terror, voices hoarse with panic.

"Hurry! Get on board!" came the frantic cries. People surged toward the docks in a stampede, pushing and shoving, some trampled in the madness. Screams filled the air as soldiers and civilians alike fought for survival.

The scene became nightmarish. Women screamed, children cried, and soldiers, weapons clutched tightly, desperately searched for a means of escape.

The damaged warship ceased its barrel-throwing and now charged full speed toward the heart of the docked warships. It showed no signs of slowing down, intent only on its destructive path.

With a bone-rattling crash, the warship collided with the tightly packed fleet. The impact shook the nearby ships violently, and the sound of splintering wood filled the air. Sawdust erupted from the point of collision like an explosion, and soldiers were thrown into the sea, their bodies disappearing into the churning waters.

The struck warship had been torn apart, its hull deeply dented, and seawater began to flood in. The once-perfect alignment of ships was thrown into disarray. Masts snapped, sails tore, and chaos reigned as the vessels collided and tumbled.

From his vantage point, the soldier who had sounded the alarm watched in horror as the situation unraveled. His panic was palpable as he observed the two figures on the warship's deck. They had stopped what they were doing, and one of them had taken a torch. The other followed him as they walked toward the cabin.

The soldier's dread intensified. It was as though an invisible hand was squeezing his chest, a feeling that something disastrous was about to happen.

As the figures disappeared into the cabin, the soldier's heart sank. A deep, cold fear washed over him, and he knew in that moment that something catastrophic was imminent.

High above the chaos, Gavin rode Syndor through the night sky, the wind howling past them. Below, the military port of Yege Island was awash in light and disorder. Shouts echoed through the air, and the sound of warships colliding sent tremors through the port. The water churned violently, as if it too sensed the coming doom.

The soldier was the first to board one of the ships, veins bulging as he hastily tore the oilcloth off the dragon-hunting crossbow. Without hesitation, he tossed the cloth aside and gripped the wheel tightly, turning it with frantic strength. The wheel creaked under his force as he wound the string, sweat dripping from his brow. He loaded a long crossbow bolt, his movements swift and practiced.

His eyes narrowed with determination. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead as he aimed the dragon-hunting crossbow at the dark sky, his sharp gaze piercing the night as though searching for the looming threat. Every muscle was taut, his entire being focused on the invisible danger above.

One by one, other soldiers boarded the ships, quickly preparing their crossbows. Eyes wide, they scanned the sky for any sign of movement, every breath held in anticipation.

For a moment, there was an eerie stillness, the calm before the storm. The soldiers waited, breathless, as they prepared for the unknown threat.

Suddenly, the damaged warship exploded without warning.

A blinding green flame erupted from the ship, surging outward like a malevolent force. The fire devoured everything in its path, consuming the warships and the chaos around it in an instant.