Lorans and Demevoren had just stepped out of the cottage when they suddenly heard an earth-shaking roar from the sky above.
An oppressive beastly aura descended without warning. Everyone lifted their heads, their faces looking grave.
Above the clouds was an enormous beast, flapping its massive wings as it looked down at them. Its majestic presence intimidated everyone.
"It's Lord Alaric's tamed beast, the draconic lion!" One of Lorans' soldiers exclaimed.
Lorans narrowed his eyes as he tried to identify the person standing behind the draconic lion.
This figure does not seem to be Lord Bellator…
Wait. That is!
His eyes widened as realization dawned on him.
"Lord Lorans, is that person the one you mentioned?" Demevoren asked with a frown.
The strength of the draconic lion had already exceeded his own. Just its aura alone pressed on his shoulders like a heavy mountain. As for whoever was standing on its back, Demevoren couldn't even discern their power.
