At the skies of the partially burnt Windswept Plains—the former territory of the now deceased Wind Dragon Emperor, Zephyrus, a flight of around forty dragons of varying species flapped their wings.
Leading the flight was a horrifying thirty-seven-meter-tall dragon with deep vermillion scales.
After his ascension to his fiery imperial throne, Menas had become more obedient to Shye, fulfilling his end of the deal.
With his newfound intelligence, he was able to realize that a human's lifespan was way shorter than that of a dragon's.
Even if he had served Shye for a hundred years, it would have been nothing more than a fleeting moment, passing in the blink of an eye for a Dragon Emperor like him.
Temporary servitude in exchange for everlasting ascension was not a bad deal.
Since Menas had ascended, a little over three months had passed, which he used to accompany his master in tracking and subduing dragons.
