High above the land, the cracked sky was split by a blur of shadow and speed. A jet-black dragon tore through the air with unimaginable velocity, her sleek, obsidian scales were glinting faintly in the sunlight. The sheer force of her flight left a streak of turbulence behind her, causing the winds to howled in her wake.
On the rear portion of her back, two boys sat precariously, their expressions were blank—whether from sheer terror, the overwhelming altitude, or the incomprehensible speed, it was impossible to tell. Their hair whipped wildly in the roaring wind, and their hands clung desperately to the dragon's ridged scales for dear life.
The boy with blue hair, Morgan, sat closer to the dragon's center, his posture hunched and his body pressed tightly against the ridges of Kali's back. Though he tried to keep a brave face, it was clear that every fiber of his being was focused on one singular thought: Don't fall.
