"Your Majesty, that's my father's dragon, the Red Lightning."
On the city wall, Orhan gazed at the distant confrontation between the two colossal creatures with a sense of lament.
He wasn't reminiscing about Mahmud I; he had no feelings for this father.
What he lamented was that if back in the Dragon Garden he had gained the recognition of the Red Lightning, he might be in Mahmud II's place now.
But thinking again, even with the Red Lightning, he likely wouldn't be a match for Murad II with his three-headed demon dragon, and the likelihood of sitting on the Ottoman throne, although possible, would more likely end in defeat and death.
"Tell me about the characteristics of this 'Red Lightning'."
Orhan succinctly summarized, after all, it was the giant dragon he had longed for back then, so he naturally knew it well.
"Though it's a fire dragon, it's more adept at close combat, with astonishing defense..."
"Your Majesty, that red dragon has taken to the skies!"
