Karl flew west out of the city, gaining altitude so that he didn't scare anything on the ground.
Not that there was much to see.
After the invasion, the number of monsters in the region had been so high that everyone who could retreat to the safety of a walled city had done so, and they weren't particularly interested in hurrying back home to find out what the damages looked like.
Especially not when the damages were done by something multiple Ranks higher than themselves.
Most of the rural areas were worked by dragonkin here, and while they were strong by the standard of the Golden Dragon Nation, nowhere in the Dragon Isles would call them that with a straight face.
Royal Ranked adults were barely considered tolerable, after all.
Bral was over three hundred kilometres from Birad, and up in the hills, but apparently the hippos didn't mind that they weren't right on the river.
