Next, she saw her second son climb higher also. Agony in his demeanor as fire wreathed from his throat, spiraling outward in storms of destructive light that consumed everything in its path.

He tore through the sky like vengeance made flesh. Every beat of his wings sent shockwaves across the desert. He struck one dragon from the heavens, then another, his claws wreathed in solar fire. Scales melted beneath his talons; their shrieks broke like glass across the wind.

Still they came.

Dozens of ...