Rynneth could only stare at the figure before him with a bewildered expression of a Dragon. His whisk twitched and his reptilian scales glistened under the moonlight.
"Who do you mean by this?" Rynneth asks.
But the figure of light began to dim, then its body started to unravel into tiny particles of light.
"Go there. Use my remaining power," the figure of light said before completely dissipating.
Rynneth tried to reach out to it. He extended his hand but could only grasp at the air.
Once the figure of light vanished, Rynneth stood alone in his place. He stood with a troubled expression.
To get the help, he had to travel to the other world. Could he do that now? When he knew that another great danger was lurking after them?
He and his army had faced so many armies of monsters since the beginning of this apocalypse. But there was no army as large as the one he and his army saw after returning from Drakonir's city.
