Nightfall Over the City
Draven stood atop a towering skyscraper, the wind whipping against his obsidian armor as he observed the city beneath him.
Neon lights flickered across the vast urban sprawl, the streets below bustling with late-night movement—humans, unaware of the silent predators now watching over them.
A golden portal crackled open beside him, its light shimmering against the steel rooftop. From within, a group of Dragon Knights emerged, each clad in the same dark, gleaming armor as Draven.
Their armor had purple streaks of energy coursing through the engraved patterns, pulsing faintly like veins. Some among them were men, others women, but all carried themselves with the same dignified manner, stepping in synchronized steps.
As the last of them stepped forward, Draven narrowed his violet eyes, his helmet disappearing to reveal his face as he spoke.
"Control your aura," he ordered. "Unless you wish to rattle the fragile minds of the humans below."
