The escort formation of official dragons led them through the crystal city with all the pomp and circumstance of a royal procession.
Samantha clutched Baby Nova closer as they walked along bridges made of hardened light, each step causing small ripples of color to spread outward like walking on liquid rainbows.
"This feels ominous," she whispered to Marcus, watching their dragon escorts maintain perfect formation overhead. "Every council we've encountered has wanted to either control us, study us, or eliminate us entirely."
Marcus squeezed her free hand reassuringly. "Draven seems reasonable enough. Perhaps dragons operate differently."
"That's what worries me," Kai muttered, his werewolf senses on high alert. "The last time someone seemed reasonable, we ended up in the Obsidian Sanctum to seek sanctuary."
