Damien soared through the sky atop Skylar, the great and mighty mana beast in form of a Wyvern cutting through the air with powerful beats of its wings.
Below them, the vast landscape of small towns and villages stretched endlessly, their flickering torches and lamplights dotting the darkness like stars scattered across the ground.
He didn't bother to avoid them. There was no need. Even if anyone noticed, Skylar moved too fast for the normal human eyes, its form barely more than a shadow streaking across the sky.
But not everyone missed it.
In a secluded village, one further removed from civilization than most, a young boy saw everything.
He stood barefoot outside his small wooden house, staring at the sky with wide, unblinking eyes. His gaze locked onto the massive creature above, tracing every detail—the gleaming black scales, the bladed wings, and the lone rider guiding it toward the horizon.
