From the highest towers of the royal castle to the humblest cottages, people abandoned their tasks, and hurried to the streets, drawn by a mixture of curiosity and dread. The sky above the kingdom glowed with an otherworldly light, a beacon that none could ignore.
Guards stood rigid, their usual stoic expressions replaced by wide-eyed astonishment. They gripped their spears tighter, their knuckles white, as the dragon's distant roar echoed through the air. Children clung to their parents, eyes round with both fear and wonder, as they pointed towards the shimmering horizon.
Across Eldoria, the reaction was the same: a profound silence, followed by a collective intake of breath. A dragon, a creature of myths even for a world like Elaris. Most people would go their entire lifetime never setting their eyes on a dragon.
Even if the dragon that soared above them now was not a genuine dragon, it still commanded the same aura a regular dragon would have.
