Archer continued attacking the Alliance fleet in his massive Dragon form. He descended from the clouds, grabbing two destroyers and tearing them in half with ease, forcing them to explode as he dropped the vessels on top of more.
He could sense Lucrezia and Demetra swimming nearby while taking out any enemy ships that came close. Violet flames washed across the surface like a storm, burning everything in their path, making him happy.
Just then, he sent a message to both women. 'Move away, the 1st Fleet is going to attack and the fire can hurt you.'
When they heard his warning, the duo darted toward the island as dozens of missiles fell onto the remaining enemy ships. He hovered in place as fireballs lit up the sea all around him, as the fleet started sinking.
'These missiles were a good idea,' he mused. 'I'm glad I created them.'
