"HE'S COMING DOWN!"
The voice came from somewhere in the festival crowd, and everything that had been building in the last few minutes became irrelevant because the dragon descended.
The sound reached them first.
It was not a dragon roar. It was something lower and more present than that — the sound of something enormous moving through air, the specific pressure change that came before a large body made contact with the ground. The fires across the festival ground flickered all at once in the same direction.
Then he cleared the treeline.
In his dragon form, he was vast. Dark scaled, wingspan that blocked the stars above a wide section of the sky, moving with a precision that was more terrifying than speed would have been. He circled once, low and slow, and the ground below his shadow emptied of people without a single word being said.
Every tribe went to their knees.
