Beautiful violet petals filled the air.
With the twin moons in the backdrop, they looked mesmerizing. It was as if a painter had sprinkled a handful of flowers across the starry canvas.
Though they looked beautiful, the feeling they emitted was sharp and full of dread.
When Valerian's topaz eyes locked onto the enchanting plum blossom petals, he instantly knew that it was a product of illusion.
Seeing such a scene materializing around them, the young dragon grew utterly solemn. He quickly flew toward Balthazar, ready to guard him at a moment's notice.
The man was grievously injured. If someone suddenly sneaked up on him and landed a blow, it was unknown whether he would make it out of it alive. Valerian had to protect him. No matter how much he loathed the man, Balthazar was still an ally.
The four of them stood frozen in the sky, looking around warily.
