Lynch rode on Parker, flying all the way to the west. Beneath him, the wings of the Fire Dragon spread wide, harnessing the air currents, sweeping over the rapidly retreating war-torn wasteland below.
Before long, a massive ruin, familiar yet even more dilapidated, clearly appeared at the horizon's edge.
That was the entrance to the Blood Moon War back then, and a turning point in his life's trajectory.
Parker let out a low, resonant cry, adjusted the angle of his wings, and began his descent. Accompanied by a powerful air current kicking up years of accumulated dust from the ground, the massive Fire Dragon landed steadily in the relatively intact center of the plaza.
Lynch gracefully leapt down from Parker's warm neck. As soon as his feet touched the ground, Parker's body flickered with a slight red glow, shrinking rapidly until he returned to the size of a small dog, fluttering his wings and skillfully landing on Lynch's shoulder, affectionately rubbing his face with his head.
