The dark spatial vortex inside the private training yard of the Cloud-Mist Pavilion tore open with a sharp, resonant crack. The massive frame of the Crimson Shadow Griffin stepped out onto the shattered granite platform, its thirty-foot blood-red wings folding tightly against its muscular flank.
The dimensional tunnel dissolved into harmless purple light particles, leaving the air heavy with the lingering scent of ozone and solar law energy.
Tony Clark casually slid off the beast's back, stretching his arms lazily as his dark hunting cloak settled softly around his shoulders. Directly behind him, Lady Selene Tian stepped down from the saddle, her pristine white silk gown rustling softly against the frosted stone. Her breathtakingly beautiful face was pale under the silver moonlight, her violet galaxy eyes locked onto Tony's unhurried figure with an intense mixture of strict, undeniable fascination and desperate calculation.
