The other Celestial Dragons also came to a hault as they saw the corpse of Vincent on the bank of the distant Continent.
Iskandor rushed ahead, twisting the space at his wake as he covered the distance of dozens of kilometres in the blink of an eye.
"V-Vincent..." He murmured as he lowered to the beach beside the corpse, the wings contracting behind him. He grabbed Vincent's cold hand, his silver eyes shaking in grief and fury. "Whoever did this to you, I will make him regret being born in the same era."
The other Celestial Dragons also arrived at the beach. The elders from Neige Clan stepped forward and knelt before the corpse of Vincent, their heads lowered and hand touching their chest in condolences.
"Find the culprit," Iskandor muttered, frost spreading from his body, freezing the sand beneath him. "Even if you have to turn this entire land upside down."
"Yes, Lord Iskandor," the five elders said simultaneously.
