THE SUN WAS ALREADY DIPPING LOW by the time a wyvern reached the realm. As huge as a titan and with his silver metal scales catching the last few rays of amber light, he glided through the wind gracefully before landing in front of a cavern.
His claws crashed the dry floor, sending dust to the air as he balanced his weight. Beside his footprint were a few more markings, significantly telling him how many more dragons had landed before he did.
The air smelled like rain, wet air going through his dragon nostril as he gave the hidden kingdom a slow once-over with his sharp eyes. Having been located at an altitude impossible to man, the realm was surrounded by thick fluffy clouds. Some of them white, some of them gray. All of them looking like islands floating to nowhere.
It was a perfect
