Tempest Isle
And across an impossible distance, beyond mountains and oceans, on an island, ancient eyes locked onto the scene.
Typhoon the Dragon King stared at the dissipating dome with intensity that transcended normal observation.
His draconic features twisted in confusion as he caught a glimpse of something through the fading barrier.
A dragon.
Standing beside the human who'd orchestrated this massacre. An Emperor-class dragon radiating essence that felt familiar yet foreign to him.
Typhoon's eyes narrowed, trying to identify what he was sensing. The essence tugged at memories buried under centuries of accumulated experience.
Something he should recognize but couldn't quite place.
Then Emberion turned away from the battlefield and looked directly at him.
Their eyes met across the impossible distance.
Father and son separated by mountains, oceans and centuries of abandonment.
But Typhoon didn't recognize what he saw.
