The knights' fine silver armor appeared dull and lackluster against the dragon's dark green scales, as if forged with the sun's rays, and the dazzling golden armor of the Violet Followers, like dusted foil. Their prideful Flying Horse, in front of the dragon, seemed more like a few frightened big birds flapping their wings.
The leading Knight Captain took a deep breath, trying to suppress the dryness in his throat and the wild beating of his heart, shouted as loudly as possible, though unable to hide a trace of trembling in his voice: "Sir Bauhinia Knight! Master Su Li! Please halt!"
The voice seemed somewhat thin in the vast sky, as if weakened by the invisible pressure surrounding the dragon.
The dragon's enormous head, covered with bony spikes, slightly turned, a pair of lava-like glowing vertical pupils swept over. Just this glance made the four knights feel a chill rising from their spine, and the Flying Horse was so frightened it retreated several steps.
