第三十章：黑心监狱之战(9)

spears departing from the battlements, and they knew their time had come. Crouching in the centre of the ghastly graveyard of dragons’ hopes and dreams and lives, was the Dragon Furious. It is difficult to describe the beauty of Furious. Now that he was no longer a captive, his skin, though scarred, had returned to its former glory. It was a blue so blue that you have never seen that colour before. Deeper than the blue sky, more royal than cerise, brighter than sapphires. ‘The humans are fighting among themselves,’ whispered Furious, and his eyes blazed with triumph. And I mean, quite literally, blazed. An extraordinary feature of fully grown Sea Dragons is