A massive steel-blue dragon streaked through the night sky, its wings beating powerfully, causing a deafening sonic boom.

Clutched in its talons was the head of one of its own kind.

The head had long been reduced to a ruinous state, and its owner should have been at rest underground.

But those old fools from the Empire had turned him into that chaotic and pitiful monstrosity.

Fael wasn’t sure how to describe what he was feeling at that moment.

He didn’t pity Konstantin. Dragons rarely felt such emotions for members of other clans.

Yet, he couldn’t help but worry if …