Aiden stood frozen in the doorway of the main room, his heart pounding in his chest. The golden flames from earlier had faded, and the scene before him seemed almost surreal. He had felt it—the same sense of unease and anticipation that had driven him to rush here.
His mind was still clouded with concern for his friends, especially Samiel. 'What if something had happened to them?' But now, as his eyes fell on the massive form of the golden dragon and the boy—no, the young man—who stood atop it with an effortless grace, all of his worries momentarily vanished.
The air around him seemed to crackle with power. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before. He had been in the presence of strong individuals—his master, Monarchs, even his own family—but this… this was something beyond all of them.
