Jolthar's journey to the barony passed swiftly, the leagues falling away beneath his crimson drake's powerful wings. The beast's scales caught the sunlight like polished rubies as they descended toward the sprawling construction site of the forge.
A subtle blue aura flickered momentarily around Jolthar's hand as he guided the drake's descent with practised ease.
Workers halted their labour as the drake touched down, its massive wings folding against its flanks.
As soon as the drake landed, it drew the attention of everyone. Eyes turned toward the rider—some wide with surprise, others narrowing in recognition.
Jolthar's reputation had spread through the barony like wildfire since his departure weeks ago. The labourers knew him now not just as the Baroness's mysterious ally but as something more—a man who commanded powers beyond ordinary comprehension.
