![]() “Blast, we’re not done yet!” he yells in alarm, and the three Lords accompanying him whirl to see three men walk through the gate. His eyes are drawn towards the Dragon’s Gate, which suddenly opens. I’m amazed you’re not even singed!” Marc says, absently beating out an ember that caught the hem of his cloak. “When I got caught? You took the brunt of that. “Ha! I thought we were done for when he got caught in a blast from that thing,” Hector barks. “Same way we did,” Lyn says, “Strength, luck, and good tactics.” She turns to smile at Marc, the group’s tactician, with the last word. “Us surviving? How did our ancestors win? And against hordes of the things!” Eliwood says. “Gods, how did we survive that?” he says, putting his hand to the still-warm corpse of the Fire Dragon that had made its way through the Dragon’s Gate at Nergal’s behest. He looks around, and sees Lyn and Eliwood stowing their own weapons, catching their breath after the long fight. ![]() Hector slings Armads over his shoulder, breathing heavily.
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