Chapter 49
As soon as the treaty was signed, Malakor shook the hands of the Council members and disappeared without a trace. His absence went largely unquestioned; the Fae assumed he was reporting back to the Dragon Flight or perhaps celebrating the historic milestone in his own way.
No one could have comprehended that he was already fifty thousand feet in the air, tearing through the sky at full speed toward another continent. While the world below toasted to a new era of peace, Malakor was a blur against the horizon, driven by a purpose far removed from the festivities he had left behind.
While most dragons averaged speeds of two to three hundred miles per hour, Malakor’s royal blood and powerful build allowed him to reach nearly double that speed. Yet even with such a formidable adva
