Carla narrowed her eyes, letting the wind whip past her as she guided the dragon higher for a clearer view. At first, she saw only the chaos—flames rolling in sheets, scaled titans colliding midair—but then her focus sharpened.
Shapes gliding between the dragons.
Slender. Tall. Graceful.
Humanoid.
With feathered wings that shimmered like pearl and obsidian.
Her breath caught.
The Winged People… the tribe of Sky City.
Chiron had drilled their identities—along with countless others—into the minds of all his servants. If there was a power worth knowing, he made sure they knew it.
And Sky City…
They were not supposed to move.
They were not supposed to interfere in worldly affairs.
They had remained silent, unreachable, and aloof for thousands of years. A power that watched from above and never descended.
Yet here they were, their wings blotting out the horizon, their spears carving through dragon scales like wet paper.
Carla's heart tightened.
Why now?
