Sitting atop a mountain of ash, a young man with pitch-black hair, deep scars etched across his face, and eyes that shimmered like the depths of the abyss glanced around at the carnage he had caused.
He slowly rose to his feet, a calm smile curling at the corners of his lips, then leaped high into the air.
The moment his body lifted off the ground, as though summoned by some unseen force, a colossal creature swooped down from the heavens and caught him within its immense wings.
In the blink of an eye, he was mounted atop a flying dragon, its vast body blotting out the sky above.
"Dad, isn't the destruction a little too much?" Veldora called out from behind as she soared beside them. She glanced at the smoking ruins of the building below, sighed softly, and spoke again with worry in her voice.
Aleron's cold gaze fell upon the crumbled remains of the Genesis Coil branch below. His tone was sharp and decisive as he replied.
"The destruction is only just beginning."
