As soon as the duo vanished into the mist, hundreds of dragons from every clan except the Zephyr and Éclair Clans emerged at the boundary of the Riftland, surrounding its borders.
"What is the meaning of this?" Frederick asked, his brows furrowing at the massive forms of dragons that continued swarming the borders of the Riftland.
"They are merely here to ensure His Highness does not escape the Riftland," Amon said with a smirk. "The Sovereign gave His Highness one year to hide within the Riftland. He never mentioned anything about the land outside," he clarified before Frederick could even argue.
"So the five dragon clans intend to station their entire force along the boundary of the Riftland," Frederick sighed. "Keep this in mind. His Highness will remember these actions when he returns after thirty-nine years, and he is not someone who lets go of a grudge."
"You—" Before Amon could snap back, Frederick had already vanished, leaving snowflakes drifting where he had stood.
