The ground kept rumbling.
The roar hadn't stopped echoing yet, but people were already stepping out of the main structure.
Freya was the first to appear, her silver hair tied up messily, sword still in hand from training. "Did something just roar?" she muttered.
Raphael walked out right after, adjusting his gloves. "That wasn't just something," he said, his tone sharper than usual. "That was a dragon."
Aurora floated down from the tower, barefoot, her eyes glowing faintly. "No dragon is supposed to be this loud," she said, more curious than worried.
Aria, in her usual calm way, just appeared beside them like a ghost. "It's heading this way."
The sky cracked.
Literally.
A split ran across the sky like someone had sliced it with a sword, and from it—wings.
Massive, black-red wings, each flap sending gusts strong enough to snap trees in half. Clouds scattered like dust.
And there it was.
The dragon.
Kael'Thar.
