(New months Guys, I once again call for you help to climb the Golden Rankings)
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An old man was flying through the air over Vermilion's Royal Capital. Down below, the streets were bustling with life and carriages moved back and forth. The old man held the reins of his Wyvern tightly and gently used his legs to kick it, whispering, "Faster, Doombringer."
Of course, this skinny old man was none other than Nathan. The wind slammed against his face as Doombringer picked up speed. Below, some people were pointing at the beast with sparkling eyes. Even among folks in the capital, Wyverns were rare—only the Royal Aerial Knights possessed flying mounts like this.
