Even if they knew Brooks was bringing the Giant Dragon to defend Naeli, there was nothing Ange and the others could do but wait, until the dragons arrived.
Ange, bored, popped his head out again to look at the sky. Throughout the day, at least ten batches of flying knights had flown over the oasis. However, nobody had singled out this oasis, teeming with weeds and little trees, for serious attention, especially given the presence of a skeleton which seemed to have been decomposing there for quite some time.
The later the batches of knights, the looser their formations and the faster their speed, as if growing ever more impatient.
By evening, the sound of hoof beats reached Ange's ears. Turning his head, he saw a luxurious carriage making its way over a sand dune towards them, seemingly unfazed by the sand. The hooves of the horses raised sand and made noise, but the wheels of the carriage did not sink in or even stir up the dust.
