Following the invasions and subsequent conquering of multiple cities by the Alliance, the empire soon began losing battlegrounds, fast, as they were continuously barraged on multiple fronts. This allowed the Alliance to swiftly gain control of multiple cities as the Empire was slowly overwhelmed by the powers arraigned against it.

But not for long.

Solaria, known widely for its strength and adaptability, soon began pushing back. The allied forces in the borderlands began a slow, fierce retreat as the Empire, Torinian, and Hive forces threatened to consume them in numbers, all the while, the Great families attacking the Empire's northern fronts stalled in their attacks as they, too, faced fierce opposition.

The war took a huge turn when unsurprisingly, but shocking all the same, portals began opening on the western parts of the continent, northwest to be exact.

The Solarian generals, aware that an invasion on both Camlen and Gandor, while possible, would quickly lose momentum as they faced fierce opposition from both kingdoms as well as their Great allies, decided to attack from the northwestern region of the continent. This forced the Alliance to devote soldiers down there to contain the enemy.

The results of these events gave the empire some breathing space as their enemies also began defending against an invasion on their own turfs. The smaller kingdoms were the first to fall, giving the Empire a foothold in the region. Powerful techniques were unleashed as cities were overrun or, more unfortunately for some, razed to the ground. Those cities were then transformed by the empire as staging grounds for a direct attack on the Alliance heartlands. Only the recent forces reinforcement provided by the Spirit King Great families saved the alliance from being completely pushed out of the northwest.

After months of tugging back and forth between the Alliance and the Empire, another development came into the mix, adding fuel to an already inflamed inferno.

Aware of the blood feud between the Ren Dragon nest and the Elason brothers, Alliance military speculists speculated when they thought the Dragons would choose to carry out their revenge. Though they predicted the right time, the location of the attack still left them stumped.

Zirsts was an isolated coastal city in the northern part of the Greensend continent. Although surrounded by large forests and vast grasslands, it wasn't completely isolated from the rest of the continent; just isolated enough that it would take time for any kind of help to arrive should they need it.

The city of Zirsts, although considered large, was nothing more than a small port city mainly used for sea and aerial travel between the Greensend and the Desolate continent – formerly Norelane. It was frequented mostly by pilgrims, historians, cartographers, and treasure hunters.

A city of twenty million, most luckily to have fled the region to more protected and prosperous kingdoms like Nuraea, which was led by the Great family, Fyre. The other remaining inhabitants, mostly either too poor to relocate or too old for such a long-distance journey, opted to stay back.

That bright, sunny morning, the population of Zirsts woke up to the blaring of a citywide siren that warned of an impending Tsunami that blotted out the horizon.

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Of course, they knew it wasn't natural.

The already gloomy tone took a more darker note when, instead of an expected Solarian invasion, the city's population bore witness to the soul crushing sight of an entire nest of Sea dragons riding the giant wave which bore straight for their city.

Panic immediately set in as both the sick and the poor tried to flee the oncoming calamity, pushing each other in their bid to escape the city. The city's defenders, although trained, had not predicted an attack from a dragon's nest, let alone planned for it. In other words, they were woefully unprepared.

Their terror, already at a mountainous level, was forced to go higher as a deep, primal roar reverberated through the sea and out into the ears of everyone. Its deep echo shook the entire city to its foundation, causing as much psychological damage as physical ones.

And from that depth rose a majestic yet horrifying sight as a Sea dragon rose out of the water with greater force, its ascent birthing another tidal wave as it slithered its way through the sky.

Brightly shining sapphire scales adorned a long, sinuous body tipped with a regal-looking draconic head. From above its white slitted eyes grew long curling horns of deep blue, with an extremely sharp whitened tip. Its four powerful limbs, although short by draconic standards, were tipped with scythe-like claws of deadly proportions, brimming with powerful energy. Spatial tears spread through the sky just from their passing.

And the aura...... Such terrifying aura. Every living soul in the city felt a violent shiver pass through their souls as the dragon's aura descended with unimaginable power and oppression, its presence promising a very quick and agonizing death.

And flying behind the thousand-foot-long creature were twelve more fearful dragons of almost equal size, although lacking the same oppressiveness or majestic sight: Nest Elders.

Those were powerful dragons who answered only to the Nest King, while also guarding the borders of the nest territory. These beings alone were capable of contending with any nation in the world: an unbreakable force.

And they brought their lower-ranked forces too.

The city's few military analyst present knew immediately; this was a show of power.

An overwhelming one.

Approaching the city, a lot of the inhabitants were apprehensive but hopeful when the powerful dragon king and its elders stayed their claws from attacking. Thoughts of mercy and forgiveness had begun creeping into their minds when hundreds of dragon younglings descended on the city like packs of hyenas. Their descent coincided with the landfall of the Tsunami, giving the city little time to respond; and like a pack of hungry wolves, they were savage.

The city's protective dome, powerful though it was, did not last longer than a moment before it was instantly overwhelmed, causing subsequent devastation to the city from its pressure overload.

And then the Tsunami swallowed the city.

Automated techniques began flying around as the city's defensive constructs targeted the dragons, doing no physical damage, though they did stoke the Dragons rage which was already burning. These constructs had been made for the fragile flesh of humans and flesh creatures, not for hardened dragon scales.

Soul-piercing screams of agony echoed through the city as blue corrosive dragon's breath consumed the city's inhabitants, melting flesh down to bones. The city's defenders, being the first to clash with the dragons, fought a very fierce but underwhelming resistance, until they were soon drowned, dissolved, torn apart, and then immediately devoured as the ravenous dragonlings overwhelmed them.

Cries and pleas for mercy were moaned out, but anyone familiar with the dragon races knew them to be deaf to the concept of mercy. Their pleas were ignored as the younglings fought each other for the quickly dwindling flesh, most times tearing apart their victims alive in ravenous hunger.

The massacre lasted for hours as the extremely perceptive dragons brutally rooted out any hiding survivors. They made sure to empty the city as they searched through every nook and cranny.

All the while, the dragon king gazed from above, its long sinuous body curled into a circle over the city, watching like a predator to an inconsequential prey.