As the morning sky began to tint with a faint red hue, the massive shadow of a dragon stretched across the castle walls.
A dragon with flame-like red scales flexed its muscular body and kicked off the ground, soaring into the sky.
It was Marcus.
The powerful flapping of the dragon's wings tore through the air. Soldiers and knights on the ground looked up with a mix of awe and fear.
Atop Marcus's firm back rode Michael.
His black cloak flapped fiercely in the strong wind, and his eyes gleamed with unwavering resolve.
Seated behind him was his grandfather, Alfred.
Alfred appeared as comfortable as if sitting in a plush armchair. Neither Michael nor Alfred wore harnesses like the ones used by ordinary riders.
Below, the knights whispered among themselves.
"As expected, monsters must give birth to monsters. Our lord is a hero, sure, but even his grandfather isn't someone to take lightly."
