FLAP! FLAP! King Baltos sat on a chair at the highest tower of his castle, watching the sky with unease. Arad was a powerful dragon but still held the boundaries of dragons, a manageable threat. But now that he can blow the whole kingdom into the sky in the blink of an eye, it's getting harder and harder to think of a way to defend against him if he turned against them.
"It was the right decision back then," He mumbled, remembering the noble that Arad killed after he tried to Attack Mira. "A twilight emperor, with an opal star of death. I still remember him munching on a cow leg like a black marmot on a carrot."
"You're highness, they'll be here soon," Kin approached from the back, bowing as she looked forward with one eye, her vision piercing the clouds, spotting Arad and the dragons in the distance. "I say, an hour at most. He's carrying people in a carriage."
"What's Gin doing?" Baltos turned, asking.
