The wind high above howled fiercely, carrying ashes from the previous battle. The black-scaled zombie dragon beat its wings with immense power, slicing through the heavy grey clouds that hung low in the dreary sky. Each flap of its wings thundered like war drums, echoing ominously with every pass through the dark mist.
Two figures sat side by side on its back.
Sylvia remained calm as always, legs crossed, her black hair whipping wildly in the wind. A faint red glow flickered in her eyes, sweeping the horizon like a predator searching for prey.
Beside her, Sofia gripped her spear with one hand, the other wrapped tightly around Sylvia to stay steady. Her long golden hair danced in the wind. Though her body still ached slightly from the previous battle, her eyes shone with undying resolve.
"Where are we going now?" Sofia asked, ducking her head slightly to shield her eyes from the wind.
