Chapter 77: The Aftermath

There was a moment of silence in the grounds of the Great Forest of Arendel as Elara looked up to the sky and saw a small silhouette of what appeared to be a metallic bird with wings that didn't flap. From its belly, there was a spark, and a projectile shot out with a trail of smoke, heading straight for the Flame Dragon.

Elara's eyes widened in awe and confusion. "What is that, Father?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the chaos of battle.

King Thandor, equally astonished, squinted at the sky. "I do not know, Elara. It is unlike any creature or weapon we have seen before. The Flame Dragon is falling."

The two saw the Flame Dragon crash into the ground with a thunderous impact, sending up a cloud of dust and debris. The once-mighty beast lay motionless, its body riddled with wounds from the relentless assault.