Drakonix soared through the skies with furious speed, the wind howling in his ears as his massive wings cleaved through the air. His heart pounded in his chest, not from exhaustion, but from the sheer urgency burning inside him. Only one thought consumed his mind—he had to reach Rebecca and Alfred, no matter what.
As the human clan's territory came into view, Drakonix didn't bother with stealth or subtlety. He didn't glide low or hide behind the clouds like he usually did when entering foreign lands. This time, he flew straight above the watchtowers, bold and exposed, as though daring the world to stop him.
Below, alarm bells rang out. The guards on patrol spotted the massive shadow slicing across the sky, and panic took hold. Shouts of warning echoed throughout the barracks as men scrambled to grab weapons. Seeing a dragon flying directly into the heart of their capital, they could only assume the worst.
"DRAGON! SOUND THE ALARM!"
