A leading general in the battle with the Dark, Jeremiel commands the Emerald Fire, Heaven’s great flight of green warrior dragons, the greatest air force in all Creation. The Archangel and his flight live and train in the Dragonlands, a live range of the volcanic mountains of Ignea on the border of Heaven. The Dragonlands glow with the swirling colours of fire obsidian, plumes of blue smoke rising from craters into a sky alive with shifting auroras. Within the volcanoes the dragons lay their eggs, the hatchlings growing in the intense heat to great sizes, with breaths of searing fire.
A booming, bearded giant, Jeremiel seems almost part-dragon himself. He swoops among his squadron on black wings, cloaked in a green aura, the sword Firedrake raised, coordinating formations, directing fire attacks, practising aerial skirmishes, supporting the defensive forts that are ranged along the mountains. He commands the dragons in their own language, more ancient even than the tongue of the angels.
Whenever the legions of the Dark launch aerial attacks on strongholds of the Light and the Worlds of the Multiverse, Jeremiel and his dragons defend against the red beasts of the enemy. And on the day of the Eschaton, the Emerald Fire will burn high above the Wastes of Blood, battling the foe for supremacy of the air.
