Meanwhile, far from the sun-kissed spires of Velmoria, the early morning above an unmanned forest trembled beneath the weight of two titans.
The forest, once known for housing a variety of beasts, now seemed devoid of any.
Not even a bird could be sighted.
But it wasn't uncalled for, as the entities above the forest weren't someone that anyone in this kingdom would want to face.
The first one was a demon. He hovered, his crimson aura pulsing with a predatory rhythm. His molten garnet eyes narrowed as his gaze locked on the creature opposite him—a beast that hadn't been there a heartbeat ago.
He tilted his head and asked, his voice a low growl, "Is that a dragon you were trying to turn into?"
The "old man" that stood before him now stretched across the sky, a serpentine leviathan of red scales streaked with streaks of white.
