Ingi stared after it, heart pounding. He didn't chase.
Not yet.
The One Beneath.
And before Ingi could demand more—the dragon turned, burst forward, and vanished into the clouds, diving straight down into the swamp below, its silver body swallowed by fog.
Ingi stared after it, heart pounding. He didn't chase.
Something was happening in these lands—something worse than wyverns, worse than corrupted beasts. Something that could twist lesser dragons… or control them.
And Zephyros might already be caught in it.
Ingi flared his wings and turned east, faster now. He had no more time for detours.
"Hold on, son," he whispered again, a rumble beneath his breath. "I'm coming."
-
Deep underground, far below the marshlands, there was a dark chamber carved into stone and earth. The air was heavy with magic. Old, twisted magic. Faint green light flickered from strange lanterns made of bone. Everything was quiet.
Too quiet.
