Those deep, light-swallowing scales that almost looked matte from a distance, along with those familiar eyes that made Riley feel as though he were looking at a much older and larger version of himself, immediately grabbed his attention.
At first, however, he couldn't quite tell what he was actually seeing.
This time, the memory was too violent and disjointed, flashing between seemingly disconnected bursts of movement and destruction. But the longer Riley watched, the worse those fleeting images became, until there was simply no mistaking what was unfolding before him.
It was a battle.
The battle.
Judging by what he could make out, the Wyvern King had been fighting Riley's ancestral family.
His hands clenched without him even realizing it as the memory continued. Bodies littered the battlefield while blood soaked so deeply into the ground that the anxious dragon could barely tell where one ended and the other began.
