Luke immediately understood what the sounds were. They were heavy sounds, intense and deafening.
The sound of the dragons' wings flapping came from the top of the mountain to the quarter of the area.
Looking up at the thousands of metres high One Mountain, it was clear that these dragons were mature, perhaps forty or even fifty metres long.
It was incredible.
Luke was very close, just as they were close to him, Luke was very, very close to them.
He jumped to his feet instantly. All his fatigue seemed to have vanished from his body. It was as if the goddess herself was holding Luke's hand and dragging him along forcefully.
He was fast. Luke began climbing the stairs at an incredible pace. Within seconds, he had already climbed fifty, a hundred, a hundred and fifty steps.
He was using his magic to the fullest and continuing to move forward.
Two hundred steps.
Three hundred steps.
Four hundred steps.
Seven hundred steps.
A thousand steps.
