Perhaps it was because Kidora possessed the mysterious and ancient Titan King Bloodline that, even in its youth, it exuded an invisible yet overwhelming King's Might. That majestic aura alone was enough to make older dragons like Im and Yigen instinctively submit.Or—if the system's cryptic data was to be believed—this was simply the nature of its lineage. A descendant of a Titan King did not lose its majesty with age; instead, even as a hatchling, it carried a presence so extraordinary that other dragons could sense its power at a glance and bow to it without conscious thought.These possibilities turned in Rayder's mind as he once again summoned Kidora's information panel from the system.The familiar text appeared in his vision, short but carrying a weight that sent a ripple through his chest:---Kidora (+) – Juvenile StageAge: 2 years (2 ~ Infinite)Body Length: 0.9 metersWingspan: 3 metersBloodline: Titan King BloodlineAbilities: King's Might, Gravity Beam, Storm Control, Current Control, Super Speed RegenerationStatus: Good---Rayder's gaze lingered on one particular line—"Growth rate is much faster than ordinary dragons."Two years. That was all. Kidora's body was still less than a meter in length, yet it had already displayed frightening intelligence, combat instinct, and powers that defied common sense.It was hard to imagine what this creature would become when it reached adulthood—or beyond. An existence that could shake the world… perhaps even redefine it.The thought filled him with both exhilaration and a weight that pressed against his chest. He was not just raising a companion—he was walking alongside a storm.Rayder took a deep breath, forcing those thoughts aside. He swung himself onto the broad, obsidian-scaled back of Black Dragon Im. The great beast shifted slightly, sensing his fatigue, and let out a deep, resonant hum that rumbled through his bones. Its powerful shoulders rolled to make his seat more comfortable.Kidora and Red Dragon Egon followed in wordless understanding, their massive forms weaving through the dense forest canopy. The air trembled with the low, rolling growls they left in their wake—final echoes of the battle they had just fought.Rayder didn't look back at the scene of destruction. Behind them, the forest burned—a red inferno that the wind only fanned higher. The flames devoured everything, swallowing trees, beasts, and the last traces of human footprints. Days later, the fire would die out on its own, leaving only blackened skeletons of trees and ashen soil.When the surviving animals finally dared to return, they found the carcasses of those who hadn't escaped in time—some charred to the bone, others only partially burned. The crows and scavengers would feast well.The only lasting remnants of the battle would be scorched weapons and fragments of bone, silent witnesses to the deaths of more than a hundred people.---Rayder's mood was calmer now. His hunger had been sated, and the thrill of battle had faded.They passed above several cities during their journey. From the air, he could see the bustling streets, the mingling crowds, the flash of steel from markets, the faint strains of music carried on the wind. But he felt no desire to descend.Life on the ground was too noisy, too fragile.In the sky, far above the world's chaos, the wind in his ears and the endless horizon before him, he felt safe. Untouchable.For most of the journey, the dragons remained at high altitude.Days blurred together. The wind howled past him, tugging at his cloak. The clouds swirled beneath them, hiding the earth from view. Rayder often curled up against Im's warm, ridged back, letting exhaustion drag him into deep, dreamless sleep.He lost count of how long they had been flying. Up here, time was meaningless.Even Kidora, usually restless and quick-tempered, began to change. The endless rhythm of flight smoothed its energy like waves wearing down stone. Sometimes, it sprawled lazily across Egon's back, its three heads drooping in unison. Two of them would even begin to snore softly, strings of saliva glistening in the sunlight before breaking into droplets that vanished into the wind.Only the steady wingbeats of the two elder dragons marked the passing hours.---Far ahead, in another stretch of the high sky, a lone figure rode a giant dragon.Rhaenys Targaryen.Her black hair spilled down her back in sleek waves, catching the light like polished obsidian. Her eyes—cool, pale violet, like moonlight reflected on still water—were fixed on the horizon.She was on her way to the Free Federation Fortress, seeking a reprieve from the endless politics of court.Being born a princess had never guaranteed her freedom. Because she was a woman, the right to compete for the crown prince's position had been denied her from the start. Though she wore her smile well before others, a quiet melancholy often pressed against her heart.Today, she rode her mount, the famed Red Queen, Meleys—a dragon renowned for both its searing flames and blistering speed—hoping the rush of the wind might clear her thoughts.At first, the distance was too great. All she saw were two black specks in the endless blue, so faint they might have been illusions born of sunlight and fatigue.She almost dismissed them.But curiosity guided her hand, and she let Meleys drift in that direction. The dots grew, shapes taking form, until her sharp eyes confirmed what her mind had hesitated to believe—two giant dragons, flying in close formation.Her pulse quickened. Had she stumbled upon other dragonriders? Or were these wild dragons roaming the skies untethered?"Red Queen," she murmured, leaning forward, "let's take a closer look."She had no fear of danger—not with Meleys beneath her. If the dragons were wild and hostile, her mount's speed would carry her beyond their reach in moments.---Meanwhile, Rayder remained oblivious, lost in slumber atop Black Dragon Im.He didn't stir even as the scarlet-scaled form of Meleys closed the distance.Rhaenys's sharp intake of breath broke the silence as the gap vanished. Her eyes widened at the sight before her.The two dragons ahead were enormous—so large their size rivaled even the legendary Balerion the Black Dread. Their rippling muscles and scale-plated hides spoke of terrifying strength.Instinct told her not to draw nearer.With a sharp pull on the reins, she made Meleys veer away in a smooth, sweeping arc. Curiosity warred with caution, but survival won in the end.She dared not provoke whatever rider commanded such creatures.Yet even from a distance, she could not tear her gaze away. Questions tangled in her mind—Who was this rider? Where had he come from? Where was he going?---She shadowed them from afar, keeping her distance just beyond the range of notice.After some time, her patience was rewarded.On the back of the black dragon, she saw a figure—young, perhaps still in his teens, lean and wiry beneath a dark cloak. And on the red dragon beside him.Her eyes caught, froze, and widened in disbelief.A three-headed dragon.She blinked once, twice, certain she had imagined it. But the truth remained before her."A… three-headed dragon?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the wind.It was a sight out of legend—one that should have been impossible. And yet, here it was, flying through the clouds as though the world itself had bent its rules to allow it.---
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