The Golden Falcon, a creature that had seen civilizations rise and fall over three millennia, watched the white dragon disappear into the cloud bank with a lingering sense of unease. He turned to Old Black, the beast who had once leaked secrets about the Sky Pill, and saw the same shadow of dread reflected in his eyes. They both remembered the last time Veldora and his companions had spoken of a Plan B. That very night, the Magical Moon Lake Sect, an institution of ancient power and thousands of disciples, had been erased from the map as if it had never existed. The Falcon shivered, his golden feathers rustling. It was clear that the young Lord they served was not a child to be trifled with, but a vortex around which the fate of the world was beginning to spin.
As Veldora and Ren cut thro
