The drake had been trying to get free for a while; the drake sensed the discomfort Jolthar was in because he was in the vicinity. It came as soon as it could, and seeing Jolthar lying on the ground, the drake roared angrily.
"Impossible," Segarus muttered, his voice barely audible over the drake's roars. "Maelruth…bonded to him?"
The red mages who had gathered around jolted back in fear, their bravado evaporating in the face of the drake's raw power.
It was the gift from himself to Lorryll on his wedding. They had captured the drake with great difficulty, and it was one of the rarest species that can fly. Whey caught the drake; it refused to let out its wings, but now, for Jolthar Maelruth, it revealed its true form.
Even Kaezhlar clan people were shocked to see the sight of the drake.
