Drahon gave the mages refuge and even recruited them. Still, his mind replayed the mage's words again and again,.the slaughter, the lone figure cloaked in black and fire, the demand for the Golden Dragon egg. No matter how he sliced it, the conclusion was the same.
Devon.
He stood at the arched window of the old war tower, the wind tugging at his cloak as he stared at the distant horizon. Grey clouds gathered, rumbling softly.
Behind him, the faint hum of activity filled the stone hall, people tending wounds, soldiers sharpening blades, but his mind was far away.
Why Devon? How was he allowed to use his dragon while I can't even summon mine?
Drahon was seemingly confused at this point; everything made no sense.
And just when he wanted to conclude what to do,
Large words in italics hung in the clouds:
[SYSTEM NOTICE]
— Critical World Event Triggered —
> Primary Realm Structure Destabilized
> Demon Half-Dragon Monsters Escaped
> Resetting Local Constructs...
