To be fair, the golden dragon lord's concerns weren't entirely unfounded.
In fact, had it not been for the unique properties of that dubious box Riley was currently stuck inside, there was a very real chance their little mortal aircraft wouldn't have survived the journey into Wyrmfall at all.
The damaged leylines surrounding the region had long since turned the skies into something of a disaster zone, with violent winds constantly sweeping debris through the air at speeds more than capable of damaging something as relatively fragile as a helicopter. It was one of the many reasons ordinary mortals didn't exactly make a habit of casually visiting the place unless they needed the wasteland's chaotic protection for something that was likely illegal.
Fortunately, just as that mysterious box could nullify the magic of the actual dragons within its range, it could apparently do something similar to the surrounding environment.
