Frowning, Bart watched the palace balcony with his sparkling-eyed children and the gasping citizens.
Though he had only spent two months here after Ifrit found him, he recognised a few nobles in the procession; dukes and military advisers working on top-secret magical projects or...
ROAR
A deafening roar and a colossal shadow broke his train of thought, or rather, completed it.
Everyone trembled as they gazed up. The weaker-willed lost consciousness, those a little stronger dropped to their knees, while the rest strained to keep themselves from wetting their clothes.
Even Bart shuddered like a leaf battered by the sound of the colossal wings flapping above him. He gripped Maria and Noah's shoulders and leaned over their trembling frames in protection as he gazed at the descending creature.
Wings wide enough to raise storms, eyes shining like the purest divine gold, and scales refracting light in a hundred colors—a mature dragon as majestic as it was dreadful to them all.
