A lone silver dragon walked through a dark alley within the great citadel. The place felt like layers of different dimensions, teeming with weird creatures.
But on this side, no salamanders were spotted, nor any human slaves—only silence and his own sharp gasps. He moved carefully, not wanting to attract the flying abominations that filled the skies in countless numbers. It seemed the citadel was their base, or something here was summoning them.
He suspected Vaelis, and his heart throbbed at the thought. That man had been his guide, someone who helped him after both his parents were declared dead in the Great Battle of the Dragon, where half their people had perished.
Kai hadn't told anyone yet, but his people had a long, grim history. Humans were terrified of them, and he didn't want to reveal the past to his companions—they would see dragons as evil and greedy. Their past actions had been despicable.
