Michael leaped lightly, landing atop the dragon's gigantic head, and placed one hand against the cold scale.
"Let's head back."
The High Drake let out a low rumble. Its massive wings unfolded.
BOOM!
The enormous dragon rose into the sky before turning toward Brightgate City.
Several minutes later, the surrounding space quietly distorted. A figure stepped out as though walking through an invisible curtain.
Unlike the previous old man, this newcomer appeared much younger. He wore dark robes embroidered with unfamiliar silver patterns. His aura was completely restrained. Yet merely standing there caused the unstable space nearby to become noticeably calmer.
His eyes slowly swept across the devastated battlefield. The countless shattered mountains. The enormous craters. The lingering traces of dragon breath.
Finally, his gaze settled upon the direction Michael had departed. He clicked his tongue.
"Tsk."
"What a ruthless little fellow."
