It was the fifth day of Kausha and there were no dragons in sight.
Some might consider it a cause for celebrations but for the soldiers manning the great wall, a disruption in the highly regular migration of the ashbeasts was more than just a concern, it was a nightmare. Because it meant one thing and one thing only. A new dragon had been born. One more dragon to haunt their sleep. As if two dragons weren't deadly enough, now there was a third.
Now, it is upto a ragtag band of soldiers to track their way across enemy lines, into the volcanic lair of the dragons and kill the newborn before it reaches maturity.