The night sky fractured with a shadow that did not belong there.
One moment there was only the endless expanse of stars and wind; the next, something vast tore through the air above them. Enormous wings unfurled, blotting out the moonlight, each beat sending shockwaves that rattled Trafalgar's bones.
It wasn't a wyvern. Not even close.
This was a dragon.
A colossal shape, sleek and terrifying, scales darker than midnight, their surface glinting like blades of glass. Twin eyes, violet and alive with a strange, timeless awareness, burned against the backdrop of the stars.
The wyvern beneath them shrieked, its body convulsing with fear. Its wings faltered, a jolt shuddering through its massive frame as it fought the instinct to flee. Trafalgar gripped the harness with both hands, his knuckles whitening.
