A thought struck Raylo, and he immediately made his way to the backyard.
The strange fluctuation of Magic Power grew clearer the closer he got.
An invisible pressure seemed to permeate the air, making his breath hitch.
The entrance to the backyard was half-hidden by withered vines and weeds, giving it a desolate look.
Raylo pushed aside the vines and walked in.
The backyard wasn't large. It was enclosed on three sides by the barracks' rear walls and on the fourth by a steep cliff face.
In the center of the yard, an area once used for storing miscellaneous junk had been cleared.
And in that clearing, an elegant figure dominated his entire view.
That was definitely not a cat.
Its body, over three meters long, was covered in streamlined silver scales. Under the afternoon sun, each scale, like an exquisite work of art, reflected a cool, soft radiance like that of the moon.
