The wind howled against Skylar's wings as Damien soared northward, the kingdom of Galandra shrinking behind him with every beat of the wyvern's wings.
The towering walls, the barracks, the winding streets, and the people who had watched him ride through the gate — all of it slowly faded into a hazy blur of stone, smoke, and distant memory.
Damien didn't look back. He didn't need to. All he said was "I hope Galandra stays long and strong enough to withstand the coming storm. The bloody sky continues to darken as the days go by.
Indeed, the sky was becoming redder slowly and it wouldn't take long before the way broke out. He also had a feeling some cities or kingdoms were already engaged in wars with the demons.
Just as Delwig had done but their fall was due to unforeseen circumstances. Galandra was the best example he could give now. They'd faced demons twice now and we're still standing.
