The wind cut like icy blades as the group advanced through the open sky, the wings of the dragons and those who had assumed draconic forms ripping through the air currents with raw power. The sea below them stretched to the horizon in a deep, endless blue.
In the lead, Monica led with a steady beat, her tail flicking to maintain balance against sudden gusts. Close behind, Samira flew with fluid movements, as if at home in the sky. Beatrice and Cassandra maintained a steady pace, while Daniela and Bellatrix flew side by side, exchanging glances of mutual attention. Scarlet, Ouroboros, and Tiamat brought up the rear, their imposing presences like living walls against any threat from behind.
In the center, Scathach and Strax flew together—Scathach in his full, colossal form, his wings stretching like black sails into the sky. With each powerful beat, the air trembled.
