Riley informed his parents and clan of his decision, and to his relief, they all understood.
No one tried to hold him back.
A small pond could never contain a dragon, and they knew he was destined for greater things.
Without hesitation, he and his women packed their belongings, moving swiftly.
Their journey lay ahead, and they had no time to waste.
But just as they were about to depart, an eerie shift rippled through the air.
The sky darkened. The wind stilled. The usual sounds of the bustling city—merchants shouting, children laughing, blacksmiths hammering—suddenly faded into silence.
A strange, heavy pressure weighed upon the people, as if the heavens themselves were pressing down.
Then, a cry shattered the stillness.
"Look! Something's coming from the sky!"
Heads snapped upward, and what they saw made their blood run cold.
A colossal flying boat descended from the clouds, its sheer size eclipsing the sun, casting a vast shadow over the entire city.
