The once clear sky above Coiling Dragon City darkened ominously, casting long shadows over the streets and buildings. This sudden change immediately alerted Drakon and the city's inhabitants, causing a wave of unease to ripple through the crowd.
From the swirling black clouds, two figures emerged, descending with an air of authority and power. One was a fierce and terrifying man, his large horns and red skin a stark contrast to his heavy, dark armor, which seemed to absorb the very light around him. Beside him, a strikingly handsome man with pristine white wings and an elegant white armor descended gracefully, his presence a beacon of calm amidst the gathering storm.
Drakon, his curiosity and concern piqued, stepped forward and demanded, "Who are you?" His voice carried the weight of his authority and the need to protect his city. However, the two figures ignored his question entirely, their focus seemingly elsewhere.
