Chapter 35
As Dax familiarized himself with his wyverns, the massive black-scaled Cain lowered his scarred head in quiet submission while the small violet one—Little Purple—darted playfully around his legs, nipping at the hem of his robe with affectionate tugs.
The air around them carried the faint scent of ozone and ancient stone, the wyverns' presence filling the courtyard with a living, breathing weight that seemed to hum with restrained power.
Suddenly, the tranquility shattered.
Micah barged in with desperate haste, his golden wings half-unfurled in agitation.
Cradled protectively in his arms was a woman, her slender form completely shrouded beneath a thick layer of dark garment that seemed to swallow the light itself, only the faintest outline of her figure visible beneath the heavy fabric.
"Master Dax, please help me!" Micah's voice cracked with raw urgency, trembling at the edges.
