By the time the dust of the frantic battle settled, the remaining pirate ships numbered less than twenty, yet the primary Galleon, the flagship of the fleet, had managed to pull through the carnage.
John didn't need to look back to imagine the Dragons tucking their tail and retreating toward the sanctuary of their own bubble once the momentum shifted, leaving the Demons with only one target for their concentrated fury: him.
It didn't take a genius to point the finger at John as the prime suspect in the battle's chaotic orchestration. Even if the Dragons had appeared exactly as he'd bluffed, they clearly weren't working in tandem with the humans.
After all, the moment the scaled warriors arrived, John and his group had bolted in the exact opposite direction at their maximum possible velocity.
