A dark golden meteor streaked across the western sky.
August maintained his true dragon form, gliding through the air.
The massive dragon body sliced through the clouds, the turbulent airflow akin to an unending storm, flattening the forest beneath completely.
This was the border of the Southeast Province, already part of Louis's territory.
In August's perception, this was an undisputed reckoning.
He would crush his way from the Southeast, directly telling the newly risen Lord that mortals should never presumptuously covet his Empire.
But as he looked down at the earth, the dragon's eyes paused slightly.
Below, there were no panicked mortals fleeing in all directions, roads were empty, villages tightly closed, towns seemed preemptively evacuated.
This gave August a faint discomfort.
Since he awoke from the Ancient Tomb, dominating the continent with his true dragon body, his marching speed had long surpassed the limits of mortal understanding.
