I flapped my wings as I held Alarice while looking down at Salem's body and the people who seemed to have finally noticed what had happened stared at the Tyrant before looking up at me.
"Dragon..."
"It was a Dragon, wasn't it?"
"That Dragon killed the King."
"Tyrant is down!"
"Tyrant is down!"
"A Dragon descended!"
The people started shouting as I flapped my wings and turned and flew away, I landed on the roof of the nearest building which was still intact.
The rest of the capital along with the palace was destroyed to the point that it resembles the ruins that were on the outskirts of the capital.
"I... didn't expect... a Dragon... to come for my rescue." Alarice's voice was so weak that if not for my Dragon's senses I couldn't have heard him.
"It's because of your son." I answered and focused my remaining mana.
"My son?"
"He's here to save you and Lady Dahlia."
