Chapter 107 Escape

The powerful shockwave from the wildfire explosion spread throughout the port, and the searing heat made the air almost unbearable.

The wooden barrels floating on the sea ignited one by one as the wildfire spread, creating a chain reaction. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" The deafening explosions echoed in the night, each burst of green flame blooming like deadly flowers on the water's surface.

The fire spread quickly, engulfing the entire port with unstoppable force. It burned fiercely, casting a daylight-like glow across the night sky. The wooden boards of the warships twisted and cracked under the intense heat, filling the air with a terrifying "crackling" sound.

The screams and shouts of fear blended with the explosions, creating a horrific scene. Soldiers struggled in the sea of fire, their skin burned, and their clothes turning to ash in an instant. Some tried to escape by jumping into the sea, only to be struck by burning debris and sink beneath the flames.

The entire port descended into chaos and despair. The flames raged, relentlessly destroying everything in their path, as if intent on wiping Yege Island's military port from existence.

Gavin watched in shock from above, his eyes widening at the horrific scene below. He now fully understood the destructive power of wildfire.

Seizing the opportunity presented by the explosion, he quickly patted Syndor's neck. The dragon understood and immediately dove toward the port below.

As they neared the searing heat, Gavin focused his energy and stretched out his hand, attempting to control the raging flames.

"Boom!" The flames roared, becoming even more violent, as though they were a beast attacking the port. The surviving ships ignited, and the flames surged toward the shore.

Moments later, Syndor pulled away, rising quickly into the sky. Gavin felt a sharp pain in his head, cold sweat covering his body. He had to stop trying to control the flames.

He felt exhausted, weakened by the sheer force of the flames. This level of control was beyond him at his current strength.

But the brief moment he did control the fire had already yielded devastating results. The fire continued to rage across the port, the sound of burning warships endless, thick smoke billowing into the sky. The once-formidable defense now seemed utterly helpless against the wildfire.

With a roar, Syndor, no longer threatened by dragon-hunting crossbows, dove back toward the port. Its massive form cut through the air, sending powerful winds as it flew low, aiming for the soldiers who hadn't managed to board the ships or escape to the shore.

"Dragon Flame!" At Gavin's command, Syndor unleashed a torrent of scorching dragon flame. The fire surged over the port, engulfing everything in its path. Wherever the flames touched, it turned into a sea of fire. Syndor continued to spew fire again and again, ensuring the disaster spread with relentless force.

"Help!" "Run!" The screams echoed through the burning port, chaos everywhere. People fled in panic, but their efforts were in vain. Officers tried to organize a defense, but in the face of such overwhelming power, their commands fell flat. Some soldiers tried to leap into the sea, but the flames burned so fiercely they were too terrified to enter the water and could only wander on the shore in desperation.

The port had become hell on earth—charred bodies and burning debris littered the area. The once-bustling hub of activity was now a desolate, cursed place where only death and despair reigned.

Gavin, riding on Syndor's back, watched the carnage with cold indifference. His eyes held no mercy, only a grim determination to secure victory.

Suddenly, a crossbow bolt whizzed toward them from a sentry tower on the island. As it neared, Syndor's sharp senses kicked in. The dragon twisted sideways, its massive wings flapping with such force that it created a gust of wind. The crossbow bolt narrowly missed, passing by with only a millimeter to spare.

But that wasn't the end of it. More crossbow bolts flew from multiple directions, their whistling sound cutting through the air.

It was clear that Reese's forces had positioned many dragon-hunting crossbows along the shore. Gavin realized that he had achieved enough damage and that the situation was beginning to shift against him. He quickly ordered Syndor to take flight.

Syndor let out a mighty roar, flapping its wings fiercely. The air around it swirled with the force of its movement as the dragon shot up like a rocket, swiftly escaping the range of the crossbows.

Gavin, now high above the fray, looked out toward the horizon. To the other side of Reese Island, the sea was illuminated. The disturbance in the port had clearly drawn the attention of the other side. Without hesitation, he patted Syndor again, and the dragon turned, soaring into the dark sky.

Below, the port continued to burn, the flames still raging, turning the once-thriving military hub into a vision of doom. The smoke rose, blanketing the sky and blotting out the moon.

The warships, gradually collapsing under the intense heat, sank into the sea of fire with deep cracking sounds. Charred debris and weapons floated on the bloodstained water, and the sea itself turned black with the ashes of the dead.

Soldiers who hadn't escaped struggled in the flames, their anguished cries lost to the inferno. Eventually, they too were consumed by the relentless fire, their bodies reduced to charred remains.

The smell of burning flesh, blood, and gunpowder mixed in the air, creating an unbearable stench. The once-prosperous port was now nothing more than a graveyard, its ruins standing as a grim testament to the destruction.

As dawn broke, the sky lightened just enough to reveal the vast sea. In the distance, a massive fleet appeared on the horizon, cutting through the waves like a fortress in motion.

The fleet consisted of tall, imposing warships, their masts towering into the sky, with sails billowing in the wind.

The rising sun cast a golden glow on the white sails, giving the fleet an almost regal appearance. The ships seemed ancient and powerful, their polished wooden hulls exuding a sense of majesty.

The fleet moved in perfect formation, slicing through the waves, leaving long water trails in their wake. The sound of the sea breeze and the creaking of the ships' hulls formed an oceanic symphony.

Suddenly, a roar echoed from above. The soldiers on the deck quickly cleared out, stepping aside as Syndor descended, its immense form casting a long shadow across the deck. The dragon landed with a powerful thud, its claws scraping against the wood, making the entire warship tremble slightly.

Syndor raised its head, letting out a low, triumphant roar, announcing its arrival to the sea.