Forest Tajmaé was basked in shadows as the night hours dawned and still, Dante sat, cuffed to the tree behind him, his eyes firmly shut in meditation as he bristled in rage.
The hours had quickly passed by and it dawned on Dante that he would not be able to get out of this anytime soon.
There was no use calling for help too, Dante was certain the flight patrol would not hear him this far in the Tajmaé forest,
Furthermore, Dante was not certain what flight patrol commandeered this route as it was closest to Fort Blazed and far off from the other forts, hence it should have fallen under the guardianship of Fort Blazed.
Yet Dante knew better than anyone that the blazed dragons were indisposed, this meant all the territories under their guardianship were left unprotected.
Keep Skies was still so far off, Dante was not certain word had reached dragon keep of the fall of Fort Blazed.
