“Besides,” she said to herself, “it’s just more incentive to burn them down!”
Which was exactly the plan.
Running the Gauntlet meant defeating each and every one of Gustav’s goons, with the end goal being defeating Gustav Island.
But only the Island. Gustav wasn’t there and she knew it. Everyone knew it.
The PVP islands were challenging, which she liked. But the Blackbloods were only a shadow of what she remembered fearing as a child. It made her think about how those who did not interact with dragons feared and hunted them. Obsi loathed killing, and only could tolerate thinking about it in cases of self-defense. She remembered all too clearly the sight of her parents after Gustav had finished with them. She remembered the dragon eggs he had destroyed, the older and weaker dragons he’d slaughtered. She felt the rage boiling up inside of her, and she grabbed her sword and hurled herself out onto the base and into the dragon’s den. Once inside, she asked to have Leos brought to her and readied for flight.
“Eighty flames to get Wildfire,” she said aloud to no one in particular, “and I’ll save it for Gustav Island. Whether he’s there or not, something of his will burn today.”