The scorching winds of the Ashen Mirage Desert fell silent under the overwhelming presence of the Silver Wyvern. Its gigantic wings folded, scales catching the final rays of the sinking sun like molten silver, as the beast knelt low for its master.
Without saying another word, the Holy King Eliza extended her slender hand, palm open in a silent invitation.
Jacob merely cast a calm glance at her, then stepped forward. His figure blurred and vanished, only to reappear gracefully atop the wyvern's broad back, a few paces behind Eliza. The wyvern did not so much as flinch, its will perfectly in tune with its master's.
Despite Jacob standing behind her, Eliza didn't react as if she wasn't worried that Jacob would move against her and said, "Hold on." Her voice was as placid as a sacred lake, yet it carried the regal power of someone who had commanded armies and judged myriad beings.
