Drona closed his eyes, a single tear escaping down his weathered cheek. When he opened them again, they burned with purpose. "Let's Go. I want to verify it myself."
Skybreaker, still in its massive form, knelt before them. Ragnar and Drona climbed onto its back, and with a mighty cry, the hawk soared into the skies. They rushed towards the teleportation gates.
Kent was watching the receding figure of this father and son from a long distance in the sky. As disappeared at the teleportation gate, Kent made his entrance.
Evening Sun faded into the sky. The royal palace stood eerily quiet as the night began.
The sky above was filled with thick, dark clouds, with not a single star or sliver of moonlight breaking through. A faint drizzle began to fall, its cold drops adding to the uneasy atmosphere. The capital city lay in the shadow of a brewing storm, unaware that tonight would mark the beginning of something extraordinary.
