In the sky, Fiona heard the voice and her dragon eyes landed on the guard.
Feeling the gaze of those dragon eyes, the guard, a formidable figure in his own right, felt his heart race, and every muscle in his body unconsciously tensed.
There was no escaping it—the Sanctuary Lord rank dragon might, coupled with Fiona's newly evolved and larger dragon form, created an oppressive force that was too strong to bear!
Standing before her, he felt as small as a grain of sand before a mountain.
"Are you the highest-ranking officer here?"
Fiona's voice was like rolling thunder.
"Reporting to my lady, I am indeed!"
The captain responded respectfully.
"What would you have me do?"
Fiona's gaze shifted towards the distant horizon, towards the Dragon Tongue Wasteland.
"Prepare for me an independent demi-plane or a stable auxiliary space. I will need it when I return."
"Understood! I will take care of it immediately!"
The captain replied without hesitation.
